Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I watched, chest heaving, as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of muscle and old scars that only made him look more dangerous and attractive. When he reached for his belt, his eyes darkened with pure dominance as they locked on mine.
“Hands above your head.”
The command sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through me, dripping from my pussy and down my ass crack, soaking the sheets beneath me. I obeyed, slowly stretching my arms above my head while Ryder watched every movement. His gaze followed the length of my body before settling on my wrists, and something about the intensity in his expression made my pulse beat even faster and more wetness leak.
He reached for his belt and pulled it free of his jeans, the soft slide of leather making my stomach tighten with anticipation. Instead of immediately tying me, he ran the strap through his hands once then looked down at me.
“You trust me?” The question was quiet, but I could see by his face how important my answer was to him. “Yes.”
Ryder’s jaw tightened. “Then keep your hands there.”
I did as he leaned over me and looped the leather around my wrists, taking his time as he secured them to the headboard. He tested the restraint with two fingers, making sure it wasn’t tight enough to hurt before sliding one finger beneath the leather to check it again.
“You tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, panting, unable to speak.
His gaze lifted to mine. “Let me hear the words, sweetheart.”
“I’ll tell you.” Only then did he seem satisfied.
Ryder sat back on his heels and looked at me. Really looked at me.
My arms were stretched above my head, my wrists bound together, my body completely exposed beneath him. I gave the belt an experimental tug and felt the leather hold firm. The realization that I couldn’t simply reach for him sent another pulse of heat through me, and my thighs instinctively shifted together, spreading my cream along my skin.
Ryder noticed, and his hand settled on my knee and slowly pushed my leg open again. “Don’t hide from me. Not now. Never, Lila.” His palm traveled slowly up the inside of my thigh, rough calluses dragging through my wetness and over sensitive skin until I shivered. “Let me look at you.”
There was something almost unbearably intimate about lying there while he took his time. He wasn’t rushing to get inside me or grabbing and taking simply because I had given him permission. Ryder’s hands moved over my body as if he’d imagined touching me so many times that now that he finally could, he refused to miss any of it.
He bent and kissed my stomach then lower, his mouth brushing over my hip as his hands spread my thighs wider. By the time he moved back over me, I was breathing hard and pulling uselessly against the belt.
“Ryder.”
“I know, baby.”
The endearment nearly undid me. He settled between my spread legs, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at him. Ryder was built like the rest of him—thick, hard, and intimidating enough to make my breath catch.
Even like this, there was something undeniably powerful about him, from the broad muscles of his chest and shoulders to the strength in the thighs braced between mine.
My gaze lingered on him for another second before traveling back up the hard planes of his body. Jesus. The man looked carved out of all the rough, unforgiving things, and suddenly, I was very aware of exactly how much bigger and stronger he was than me.
His cock hung heavy between his thighs, thick and long, the flushed head already glistening. A slow bead of pre-cum welled at the tip and slid down the underside.
Ryder wrapped one big hand around himself and gave a few deliberate strokes, eyes locked on mine the entire time. He gathered the slick fluid with his thumb, then leaned forward, pressing that same thumb against my lower lip and smearing the slickness across my mouth.
“Open,” he murmured.
I parted my lips and licked the precum from his thumb, slow, gaze pinned on his, tasting the salt of him. Ryder’s eyes darkened as he watched, that quiet intensity settling over him like a second skin.
“That’s it. Clean it off.”
He pressed his thumb deeper in my mouth, and I sucked, swirling my tongue around the pad of his finger until every last trace was gone. A rough sound rumbled in his chest. He pulled his hand free then gripped my jaw and tilted my face up so I had no choice but to meet his stare.
“Good girl.”
His body lowered down over mine, heavy and hot without crushing me, surrounding me with his warmth and strength. I felt him press his huge cock against me, and my breath caught, anticipation tightening low in my stomach.