Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
I’m so freaking excited. I can’t wait to see what happens next. Will he punish me? Use the flogger and rope? Is this the training he keeps threatening me with?
I race through the house and burst into my room. He’s coming and I want to be ready for him.
I go to the bathroom first to freshen up. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are black. I look scary and horny.
On my sink is a new box of samples from one of our bottling companies. They use our botanical blends to make scented lotions. The box was delivered this morning. I picked it up with the morning paper, but I haven’t had a chance to open it. I was too distracted by an article about a warehouse fire down by the docks. A building owned by the Saint family. There are no suspects, but I bet it was the Vesuvios. They’re always up to no good.
I’ve noticed some thugs with pentacles tattooed on their cheeks hanging around Three Diner, but I always pretend I don’t see them. Kaiser seemed very aware of them, but I’m still playing innocent. I’m not ready to take on the Vesuvio Family.
I have to deal with my intended first.
That’s where this box comes in. I rip it open and dig through the samples until I find the perfect one. I want to bathe my skin in a signature scent. One that will always make Kaiser think of me.
Among the pretty samples is a white packet of something that doesn’t belong. Hmmm. “How did you get in here?” I hold it up to the light, imagining all the things I could do with it. I don’t have time now, but when I do, I could add it to some lotion… later.
For now, I smear a silky cream on my skin, one that smells like lemon and sugar.
By the time Kaiser comes upstairs, I’m waiting in the bed like he asked.
The stairs creak under his weight, and I know he made some noise on purpose to let me know he’s coming. I suppress a giggle.
He opens the door and sees me lounging back against the cushions, my copy of Viking Thunder in my hand, and I’m still wearing my clothes.
“I told you to kneel.”
“Oops.” I give him an innocent look. “I forgot.” I wish I could ignore him and pretend to find page 269 in my book, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him. I’d sooner look away from a crouching panther.
“You love being a brat.”
“YOLO.”
He prowls around the bed. My heart beats faster at the intention I read in his eyes. First, he plucks the book out of my hands.
“Did you really buy your own copy?” I ask.
He nods. “I broke into your bedroom and marked down your favorite scenes.”
What?
He lets the book fall open and shows me the page number—269.
I read a few sentences and remember the scene. “When he dicks her down six times? I asked my online friend Mina, and she said that it’s impossible. No man can do it.”
He sets the book on my bedside table, holding my eye the entire time. “Challenge accepted.”
17
Bella
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He takes my ankle and pulls me down so I’m lying flat on the bed. I squeak.
Inside, I’m screaming in delight. HERE WE GOOOOOO!
I expect him to rip off my clothes—that’s why I didn’t strip like he told me to—but he simply rests his hand on my front. Not on my breasts, but higher, at my collarbone. His hand spans almost from shoulder to shoulder, and I relax.
He slides his hand up, collaring my neck with a thumb and forefinger. He pauses there, and I shiver. It’s crazy to be so intimate with someone like this. To have them so close to you. Knowing soon they’ll be inside you. A thousand books don’t do it justice.
He looks thoughtful, too, as if he’s deciding what to do with me. I would tell him to hurry up, but… I’m already in trouble. I need to know what I’m in for. All the submissive blogs tell you not to “write checks your ass can’t cash.”
Kaiser sets his thumb at my mouth and rubs my lower lip. He’s staring at my mouth. Does he want to kiss me?
I stare up at him, an ache building between my legs. I feel a pull to him, a yearning, like I’m one half of a magnet drawn to him. I need to move to him, and I won’t rest until we fit together.
He’s still toying with my mouth. I keep expecting him to thrust his fingers between my lips, silencing me, but he seems fascinated by the shape of my lips. Their softness. He’s lost in thought, mesmerized.
I told him no kissing. Now all I can think of is how I’ll feel when he breaks that rule.