Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
I barrel toward him, and in a flash, his hand snaps out, bracing tightly around my throat as my body crashes heavily against his. I feel his stare through the mask as I grip his hand on my throat, trying to suck in a breath, but there’s no use. He’s too strong.
“Oh, kitten. I’m disappointed,” he rumbles, stepping into me and forcing me back, one hasty step after another until the back of my knees are pressed against the edge of Knight’s bed. “You’ve played so eagerly up until now. If you scream, you fail. If you run, you die. And kitten, you will die.”
My eyes widen with fear, and before I can even attempt to get away, he lifts me right off the ground, his grip on my throat like nothing I’ve ever felt. Then with an overwhelming show of strength, he throws me down against the mattress, releasing his grip on my throat.
I gasp, sucking in a desperate breath, the sweet oxygen burning in my lungs, and I waste no time trying to pull away, but his big hand clutches my ankle, holding me down. He reaches into his pocket, producing a thin rope, and I frantically try to get away, kicking out and throwing my body. If I could just get to my feet, maybe I could throw myself through the window and somehow get to the road before he catches me, but it’s no use. I’m already a slave to his wicked desires.
He knots the rope around my ankle before tying it to the end of the bed, and when he does the same to my other ankle, I’m left to his mercy, my thighs spread wide.
Tears well in my eyes as he climbs onto the bed, crawling right over me until his big knees are braced on either side of my waist, and he simply holds out his hand with expectation.
“Play the game, kitten, and I might just spare you.”
Horror rises in my chest, and I reluctantly lift my shaking hand from the mattress before gently placing it into his, terrified of what’s about to happen.
“Both.”
I swallow over the fear and give in, placing my other hand straight into his. Once he has both of my wrists, he pulls them behind my back and ties them beneath me, the rope painfully cutting into my skin.
“Good girl,” he soothes as though his words can somehow make me feel better about this whole situation. “You belong to me. Don’t you forget that.”
“I’ll never be yours,” I spit, shaking my head. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“Oh, but you do,” he says, digging his hand into his pocket and revealing a blade. “You know me better than you know yourself, and now . . . you’ll never forget.”
Horror rips through me, and I squirm beneath him desperately trying to buck him off me as the soft afternoon light streams through the window, glistening off the large blade. “No,” I panic, not above getting to my knees and begging for my life. “No. Please, no.”
Tears well in my eyes, and as my gaze remains locked on the blade, I realize this has to be the very same blade that tore through Laith’s skin and left those despicable words behind.
“Mine,” he grits.
“Never.”
He reaches back with his free hand, his fingers coming down between my thighs, immediately rolling over my sensitive clit, and just like every time he’s touched me, my traitorous body comes alive. My hips jolt at the sudden electricity pulsing through my core, and while the weight of his body crushes me into the mattress, he fingers the hem of Knight’s shirt, pulling it up to expose my chest.
He groans, and while I expect him to dive for my tits, it’s not what’s got his attention. It’s the space below—the blank canvas of skin over my ribs.
“All mine,” he repeats as his fingers continue working my clit.
He brings the tip of the blade to my skin, slowly dragging it down my ribs and watching the way it rolls so effortlessly over my body. My gaze remains locked on the blade, terror lacing my every breath. “You’re going to want to hold still, kitten,” he murmurs as his fingers dip lower and push into my cunt.
My hips involuntarily jolt again as my walls automatically clench around his fingers, and when the slightest groan tears free from my lungs, I want to kill myself. How can he do this? Even when I want to gouge his eyes out with my nails, my body still responds to him as though he’s the very air I need to breathe.
As his fingers split inside of me, he grinds the heel of his palm against my core, and the blade finally comes down, slicing through my flesh like butter. I cry out in pain, but he rolls his fingers inside of me, and the sharp pain quickly morphs into a wicked pleasure, confusing my senses. His touch alleviated the pain, making it tolerable like some bullshit from Christian Grey’s Red Room.