Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“Hmmpf.”
Two fingers slipped past my folds as rough as the thumb pressing down on my clit. Ronin swept my legs out from under me and I dropped on the bed, coming down hard on his fingers, and rolling my eyes up in my head.
“Mine,” he hissed, nipping a trail across my cheek and to my sensitive, helpless ear. “All mine.”
Ronin tore my dress from my body. It didn’t hurt. All the gowns he gifted me were so thin and gauzy, they might as well have been made from toilet paper.
No, his goal wasn’t to hurt or punish me. I felt it in the desperate roughness of his kiss. What Ronin was going to do was brand a tattoo on my soul to match the one on my arm.
Ronin flicked my little nub and I snapped back, body bending in half as lightning zipped through my nerves—awakening every one to his touch. And still...
...I didn’t utter a sound.
Ronin may have claimed me. He may have written his name on the parts of me no one could see, and addicted my body to his touch in ways that would bring him to my mind every time I climaxed for the rest of my life—whether he was responsible for that climax or not.
Yes, tonight was his victory... but only half of one.
Latching on to my neck, Ronin kissed the fluttery, rapid dance played out for him by my pulse. A third finger slipped in and I clamped down on my lip, biting through the bottom one.
Ronin suddenly pulled back, frowning at me. One look at the blood staining my lips and his eyes narrowed to slits.
He snapped off his clothes and positioned himself between my legs. Staring at me dead-on, his glinting jeweled eyes taunted and dared me to remain silent as he drilled and struck that spot dead-on, his other hand rolling my right nipple between his fingers as he did so.
I should’ve been a moaning, shuddering mess... but nothing. As he got more insistent, and angry, the vision of him turning his back on me as Bruno, Pravat, and Kazuya leched over me just got more vivid.
I was right back in that room.
Ronin kissed me hard—scrambling my mind like eggs—and sending me down the twisted stretch of our short time together. Ronin ripping my mole off. Ronin putting me under the desire spell and making me have sex with Tristan in the middle of class. Ronin using Kazuya and his buddies to trick me into the sub bond. Ronin pushing Nik and Santino out of my life. Ronin drugging me with an aphrodisiac.
For all that there had also been pleasure, every single minute of my time with Ronin was filled with pain.
Down Ronin went, dropping soft, nipping kisses over my chin, along my neck, and between the valley of my breasts. His sudden switch from rough to soft surprised me, but didn’t sway me. His mouth closed around my nipple, sucking the soft nub into a hard, little pebble. He pounced on the other one and worshipped it in kind, making my core melt under his expert ministrations.
My body was giving him everything he expected of it, but my mouth, my expressions, my face, my heart... nothing.
“Hunter?” He released my nipple and frowned at me, frustration warring with the confusion on his face. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me.” My voice was as flat and dead as the one I heard in that room. “So let’s just get this over with.”
“Over w—?”
Grabbing his head, I shoved him down between my legs—all talking over.
I could still see the confusion in his eyes as he picked up the pace—fingers plunging in and out of my hole while he sucked on my clit.
Bolts of electricity shot through my veins, tightening me around him. All the emotions. All the sensations. All the pleasure.
And I was completely cut off from it.
Ronin’s moans and grunts filled the room, but mine did not join him. He stretched my hole past its limits, scissoring me open and then plunging himself inside—tongue-fucking me with abandon.
I fisted the sheets, clenching my teeth hard, but I didn’t break.
I came hard—jerking and flopping on his mattress, and it was like it was all happening to someone else. With each resounding shock wave that rocked my body hard and harder—my hatred grew.
“Charlotte, I know what you’re doing.” Ronin’s words reached me from far away. “It’s not going to work.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Flipping over, I rose on all fours and presented my ass. “What are you waiting for? Do it already.”
“Dammit, Hunter,” he snapped. “If you’re angry, say it. You’ve never had a feeling that you’ve had to hide.”
My fingers curled into the blankets. “Every woman’s had a feeling that she’s had to hide.” I shoved my ass back. “And you don’t like my temper, remember? Far be it for me to subject you to it anymore.”