Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“It is not kind to flaunt your beauty to less fortunate women.” Beck’s voice is deep and allows no room for disrespect.
I’m not sure why, but I need to know where this is going. I’m here, and he moves me in a way I thought I might never feel again. Maybe there’s more to this than I thought.
If this is some kind of bondage fantasy my libido is playing out, I’m here for it. “I don’t understand. I wasn’t trying to be mean. I wanted you to buy one of the others. I’ve decided you might be difficult to get away from. I thought you would do it because they’re prettier than me.”
Beck’s handsome face bunches up as he seems to mull my words. “On what plane are they prettier than you?” He laughs. “Sorry, love. I do remember hearing stories of where you come from. Food there is plentiful, yet the women starve because the men won’t take care of them.”
I try to relax. He’s the gorgeous god of a man who happens to adore fluffy women. Now I know the real culprit. Romance novels. I’ve been reading too many of them. “It’s not like that. That woman you talked to, she would be considered a great beauty where I’m from.”
Which, according to these people, is the Earth plane. I don’t think they’re talking about a jet.
I also don’t understand why the world seems softer now. I can’t see the cages now. All I can see is him, and I’m not afraid of him.
Which just proves what an idiot I can be.
“I would have to feed her for a month before I’d even consider bedding her,” Beck mutters. “I don’t understand humans. Do human males not like breasts?”
He asks the last bit with a distinct huskiness to his voice. His hand comes out, and heat flashes through my system as he palms one breast, his thumb rasping over my nipple. I’m practically hanging from a hook naked with the most glorious man I’ve ever seen, and I can’t think straight.
This doesn’t feel like a dream. It feels real. So real.
That caress shoots from my breast to my pussy like lightning. “Oh, please, don’t.”
That is what I’m supposed to say, right? I’m not supposed to let a stranger touch me like this.
Even if it feels like heaven. All the fear in my system seems to turn to arousal, flooding me with need.
It’s been so long since anyone touched me like this, since I felt wanted.
Beck moves in, his big body crowding me as his other hand reaches up. The sunlight hits his face. His gray eyes are heating up, and he runs his tongue over his lips to wet them. He looks like a man about to enjoy a good meal. His hands caress my breasts and he sighs.
He breathes deeply, his nose at the top of my head. “And why not? How will I know if we’re compatible if I don’t touch you? If I’m going to pay this much for a woman, then I have to be sure I’m getting what we need.”
The “we” part barely registers in my head because Beck’s warm hands trail a path across my skin as he looks me over. His fingertips brush my nipples before closing over them. He rolls them between his fingers, pinching down on just the right side of pain. This. This is what I need. This is why my brain came to this place.
For comfort before my dull existence steals another day from me.
My nipples peak, already sensitized to his touch.
I’ve been so lonely. I’ve been fooling myself, saying everything is fine and it’ll all get better. I’m stuck, and I need to find a way out.
He finally seems satisfied with his exploration of my breasts and moves around to my exposed back. He traces the length of my spine with a single finger, causing me to shudder with desire under his touch as his finger lightly delves into the valley of my cheeks.
This is what I’ve craved for a long time. A dominant man in my sexual life. A man I can trust with my body.
His mouth is mere centimeters from my ear. “You’re gorgeous. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I saw a woman as fuckable as you? And as to your earlier statement about being worried I might be hard to get away from, I promise you, you won’t get away from me. Not ever.”
“Please.” My whole body is hot with wanting, and I no longer want to wake up from this fantasy. The thought scares me. I can’t let this man seduce me. I have a life back home. It isn’t much, but it is mine. I can’t allow this man to seduce me. I can’t let myself be sold at some marketplace to the highest bidder. I hadn’t realized how dark I’ve become. “I want to go home.”