Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
How could he build so much pleasure in my veins, too much pleasure, pleasure to the point I wanted to scream, when I didn't want to be here? Why was my body betraying me?
His eyes slid closed as his devilishly long tongue slid inside of me, tasting where only he had ever even touched.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hips arched up.
It only encouraged him.
He pushed his tongue in deeper then drew it out only to thrust back inside of me.
It was better than the gun, and not just because I wasn't afraid his tongue could kill me. Though that fear added something to it.
This was different from his fingers.
His tongue didn't stretch me to my limits like his fingers did. There was no stinging strain or even the same hard pressure against my G-spot. The pressure built like it did before, but this was different. Better. Less intense yet more overwhelming.
When my thighs trembled on his shoulders, he moved back to licking my clit.
He kept me on the edge of oblivion but never let me tumble over.
He was ruthless. Working me until I was ready to scream and see God just to force me back down to earth, denying me that pleasure.
"Beg," he demanded.
I clamped my jaw shut, refusing.
I was not going to beg for him.
That wasn't who I was.
I was lying to myself. I had already begged him to stop, to never stop, but I didn't want to let him know he was breaking me.
He may have been violating everything I knew about myself, changing me in ways I couldn't understand, but I was not going to give him that.
Not again.
He let out a dark little rumble that I felt as much as heard.
Damn him, that rumble pushed me even higher. Until my thighs ached and I needed it. If he didn't relieve that pressure soon, I was sure my body would just spontaneously combust.
"Beg," he growled again, his intense dark eyes on my face.
There was something so erotic about making eye contact while his tongue was inside me. I just knew that I would remember this moment for the rest of my life. It didn't matter whether I lived only another few hours, or a few more decades. Nothing was going to top this moment.
Every time I closed my eyes, I was going to see those dark eyes staring up at me from between my legs while he held my life in the palms of his hands.
"Please." The words escaped my lips unbidden. I pressed my lips together, sinking my teeth into them to stop them from betraying me like the rest of my body was.
Amusement sparkled in his eyes as he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud over and over until I gave him the orgasm he demanded.
My back bowed hard enough to lift my shoulders and my hips off of the bed, my weight balanced between my heels digging into his back, and my wrists pulling at the handcuffs.
Even the sharp shock of pain from the metal clamped around my wrists, radiating down my arms into my spine, just added to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. An edge that seemed to intensify each wave so much more.
I didn’t know if I screamed, or if I cried out, or if my beautiful agony was completely silent. I knew that it took what seemed like an eternity for the waves of pleasure to finally subside enough for me to release the tension in my back and land softly back on the mattress.
The moment I did, I was filled with shame.
This man had threatened to kill me…multiple times.
He was a murderer and a villain.
More than that. He'd stripped me of my dignity, forcing me to suck his cock in a dark office. Then he stalked me to my second job, where he bent me over to spank me, tortured me in the most intimate ways, shamed me in front of everyone at that club, and then kidnapped me.
Not just kidnapped me. He put a hood over my head, making sure I couldn't see or hear anything as he paraded my naked form out of the privacy of the champagne room. He only covered me to go outside, and I suspected that was less about my modesty and more about making sure a cop didn't try to take me from him for indecent exposure.
I'd never been so scared in my life.
He pushed me past my limits and there was no sign of him slowing down.
No one had been this controlling, this terrifying in my life. No one had ever stripped me of my agency so completely.
Even when those thugs broke down my apartment door to threaten me over my father's gambling debts.
They allowed me to act as an adult. They pretended like I had some control over my actions, my body. Even as they demanded I pay my father's debts, locking me into a life of misery, but still. They treated me like a person.