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)
“Well shit,” I murmur to myself, taking in the sheer material covering my skin. This morning, Knight told me that I’m his version of divinity, and while I know that’s an outrageous exaggeration, at this very moment, I can’t help but feel as though this might be the closest I’ll ever get.
Last but not least, I step into my heels, completing my outfit, and when I stand back, taking in the whole look, a stupid grin pulls across my face.
Damn. Knight is one hell of a lucky man.
“Doll, where do you want all this hair shit?” he calls out.
Showtime.
Turning off the light, I open the bathroom door and step out into the bedroom before leaning against the door frame and coming up with the most seductive pose I can possibly think of.
Knight strides out of the closet, his gaze immediately lifting to mine, and when he comes to a dead stop in the middle of his bedroom, a wave of pride flourishes through my chest.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Fuck me,” he breathes.
He starts toward me, and I shake my head. “Uh-uh. If you want this, you’re gonna have to get on your knees and beg.”
He grins, his gaze raking over every inch of my body and filling with the deepest need. His eyes return to mine as he simply stands across the room, and with every passing second, the tension in the room intensifies.
That fucker. He’s not about to get to his knees and beg. He’s going to make me work for it.
Knight shrugs out of his shirt, putting that delicious body on display, killing me with those strong abs, pecs, and tattoos, and when he reaches for his belt and slowly unbuckles it with one hand, my mouth starts to water.
God. I’m a sucker for this man.
His belt hangs open and my gaze lingers on his pelvis, knowing exactly what hides beneath. “Come,” he commands, his deep tone demanding complete submission.
I don’t move a muscle, not even to smirk at him. This is my game, not his.
His gaze narrows, his jaw clenching, and when he takes the end of his belt and rips it from the loops, my whole body trembles with need. He holds the belt in both hands, his muscles bulging as he remains controlled.
“Come to me now, Harper-Rayn.”
Yes, Daddy.
As if not having a single say in what my body does, I find myself pushing off the door frame and slowly gliding toward him, desperately needing to please, desperately needing his touch.
My chest heaves as I step right in front of him, my gaze locked on his as if anxiously awaiting the next set of instructions. Knight watches me, just as captivated as I am, and when he lifts his hand and brushes his fingers down my body, starting at my ribs and ending at my hip, my skin prickles with goosebumps.
He hooks the belt around my body, gripping it hard on both sides, and hastily pulls me in so that I fall against his wide chest with both hands braced against his warm skin. He leans in as a gasp slips from between my lips.
“You want to please me, doll?”
I nod, and he loosens the belt from around my waist before suddenly cracking it against my ass, making me jump. I gasp again, my core throbbing, desperate for more, and damn it, I push back against the belt, hoping like hell he does it again.
“Knees.”
I suck in a breath and within seconds, I’m down on my knees with his belt looped under my ass, my fingers gripping the front of his pants. I hastily pop the button, and just as I grasp the zipper, he takes my chin, lifting my gaze to his.
“Spread your knees.”
I don’t hesitate, spreading them wide, and when he groans, fire erupts deep in my body.
“Look at you, my feisty little vixen. You’re starved for me.”
I nod and he runs his thumb across my lip before pushing it inside my mouth. I close my eyes, rolling my tongue over his thumb, and when I open my eyes again, his stare is full of fury and lust.
“Take me in your mouth, doll, right to the back of your throat,” he rumbles. The conviction in his deep tone demands my complete obedience. “You’re not going to stop until I say so. Do you understand me?”
Hunger pulses through my veins, and as I keep my stare on his, I pull the zipper down and reach in, freeing his massive cock. My hand curls around his base, slowly trailing up and down his length. I lean in, teasing him with my tongue as I roll it over his tip, watching the way his control falters, his muscles flinch, and his eyelids flutter.
“This morning you said I was your divinity,” I murmur, my lips gently brushing against his velvety skin, feeling his angry veins beneath as a teasing smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. “Now let me show you how much of a devil I can be.”