Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
She glances up at me, and I step into her. “This isn’t about punishment or degrading you, angel. It’s about pleasing you. So tell me what you like.”
I want her to feel safe with me, even if I have bad intentions. Because when it comes down to it, I will do whatever it takes to make her mine. Eve thinks this is all about sex—and sex is a part of it—but I’m looking at our future, planning out the rest of our lives.
“I like it when it hurts,” she says softly.
I’m well aware that my girl is a pain slut. “I like it when you beg,” I tell her, wanting her to realize if she opens up to me, I’ll open up to her. She gives; I give.
There’s a reason she doesn’t want to go to Bill’s wedding reception with me, and I’ll let her think she won by not revealing that secret, but I will get what I want. She will be my date.
Her green eyes meet mine, and there isn’t an ounce of doubt or fear in them when she says, “I like how good you make me feel. When you touch me, my mind is quiet.”
She likes to follow. Be told what to do. I’m not surprised, but to hear her say that gives me pride. Especially after Adam told me she doesn’t have sex.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “For being honest.”
I turn and unzip my bag and pull out the set of handcuffs. Her breathing accelerates in the quiet bathroom when I tell her to turn around. As she does what she’s told, I secure her dainty wrists inside the cold metal and then turn her back to face me.
“Close your eyes.” Her eyelids fall closed without hesitation as she takes a shaky breath. “Feel my hands, Eve?” I ask, running them over her chest and neck, slowly moving them up to cup her face.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I run them down her back and pull her into me as I place my lips to her racing pulse. “Feel my lips?” I gently kiss her soft skin up to the shell of her ear.
“Ye-ah.” She’s panting now, her hips pushing into mine, and I have to refrain from smiling when I make my way to her lips. When she parts them for me, I kiss her deeply, swallowing her moan before I pull away.
“Eyes on me now, Eve.”
They flutter open and I give her a smile. “You’re doing so good, angel.” She whimpers at my praise, her arms fighting the cuffs, and I bet she’s soaked.
“I’m going to put a hood over your head and gag you.”
Her eyes widen at my confession. “Kash—”
“You’ll be okay,” I assure her.
There’s no telling how many sick bastards took advantage of her at Dollhouse. I want her to feel safe with me. To know that no other man on this planet will ever touch her again. No one other than me.
“I’m going to lay you down in bed, tied up. I’m going to take away your sight, your hearing, and your voice.” She swallows nervously, but her eyes grow heavy. “It’ll be my hands, my mouth, and my cock—only—that touches you. No one else, do you understand?”
She nods.
“Words, Eve.” I need her to tell me she understands. I don’t know what she’s endured, but this is part of my plan to push her. I need to show her she can trust me. That I’m who she needs.
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
I hate that she calls me sir. I have never been a fan, but I’m not going to correct her. I’m about lifting my woman up, not making her feel bad about herself.
Leaning in, I kiss her forehead. “Go lie on the bed. Arms underneath you.”
She walks off, and I enter her closet. I see she’s moved the box, which means she knows I’ve opened it. I wonder why she hasn’t asked me about it. Maybe she doesn’t want to bring it up and then have me ask questions about why she has it and where the items came from.
I’ll save that for another day.
I grab a pair of her high heels and then pick up my bag from the countertop in the bathroom before I walk into her bedroom.
She lies in bed, her secured wrists underneath her, struggling to get comfortable. I’m going to make it worse. She’s going to be crying desperate tears by the time I’m done playing with her.
My pretty little toy.
I slide each heel on and then remove the spreader bar that I slipped under her bed last night after she fell asleep. I’ve done a lot of shopping for my angel since I saw her at the cathedral.
Grabbing rope from my bag, I wrap it around the heel and up her ankle, then around the bar to make sure she can’t kick her shoes off. Then I do the other one, forcing her legs far apart. I want her to be wide open for me.