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)
When he pulls me up by the back of my neck, I feel relief. I love how he manhandles me and tells me what to do. I don’t have to think anymore. I don’t have to think about the harsh way my father spoke to me. How he’ll always judge me.
How awful that makes me feel.
When Kaiser tilts my head and runs his lips down the side of my neck, I’m Delilah, swooning in her lover’s arms. I’m as beautiful as a Valkyrie or Luna, the werewolf queen. Tonight I want to lose myself. Be someone desirable and strong, untouched by my raging feelings. Someone worthy of love and attention.
He grips the back of my neck, holding me like a naughty kitten. His hand massages the tense muscles, and it feels amazing. He knows just how to touch me. How does he always know?
He kisses from shoulder to ear, sucking on my skin hard enough to leave a mark. He didn’t shave this morning, and the golden bristles on his jaw chafe me in the most delicious way. I’m trembling now, my nipples aching where they press against the bodice of this dress. Emotions move through me, a tidal wave ready to sweep me away. Scary and wonderful. I’ve always felt things too strongly, but with Kaiser holding me tight, I’ll be safe. I can feel everything, and he’ll hold me together—or pick up the pieces if I shatter.
His teeth graze my shoulder, and I cry out. He hums deep in his throat, a rumbling growl, and I shudder.
“This is what happens when you tease me,” he murmurs against my skin.
“You need to be ready to face the consequences.”
You never think of the consequences— I banish my father’s voice.
“Okay, Daddy,” I say, to test it.
Instantly, Kaiser jerks his head up. “No,” he says.
My neck feels cold without his mouth on it. “No? You don’t like that?”
“No.” He’s serious. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your dad.”
“You know I don’t mean actual father, right?”
His nostrils flare, and he shakes his head. This is a boundary.
I remember what Father Francis told me today. Kaiser has baggage, some childhood trauma. Maybe something happened to him when he was a kid or to someone he knew. The thought makes my stomach cramp. I swallow against the bile filling the back of my throat.
He’s still holding me. He hasn’t fully pulled away.
“Okay,” I tell him softly, really meaning it so he knows I won’t cross that boundary again. He’s safe with me. “I’ll never say it again.”
He nods, an upward kick of his jaw, but I feel it like a heartfelt thank you.
After a moment, he returns to kissing me. He drags his lips over the wing of my collarbone, and I gasp. My breasts tingle, knowing he’s so close to putting his mouth on them. This is my reward for respecting him, and I love it.
It’s too much, but I love it. I want him to kiss me forever. It’s probably releasing oxytocin and therefore dangerous, but I don’t care.
I reach up and push a lock of hair out of his face. Just to touch him. Just to make sure he’s real. He doesn’t seem to notice I’m touching him.
“Kaiser,” I whisper.
A shudder rocks his body. His gaze snaps to mine, predatory. There’s nothing human in there. He draws back out of reach and fists his hand in my hair, hard enough to make it sting. I cry out, and it seems to excite him.
“Mine.”
He grabs the lapels of my cute little dress and rips it down the front. Yes! My limbs jerk as he shreds it further, pulling the pieces of fabric off of me. Then he maneuvers me so I’m lying on my back with my legs off the bed. His hands caress my body. He touches me like he owns me, and in this moment, he does.
“This is what happens when you disobey me,” he says.
A frisson of fear runs through me. What is he going to do?
He moves so he’s leaning over me, sets his hands on the tops of my thighs, and massages the muscles there. He digs his thumbs into the tender crease. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make me sigh with the tension he’s wringing out of my body.
Then he puts his hand on my belly, pulling the skin taut, and licks between my legs.
I try to shoot up off the bed, but he won’t let me. He slings my legs over his shoulders, lifting my bottom so I’m helpless to move. I can only watch him fasten his mouth on me. His tongue starts probing right away, tasting me deeply. It’s so fucked up, how he’s eating me like I taste delicious. His stubble scrapes against my tender skin, but the burn rolls into blissful sensations, making the pleasure more complex. His hand squeezes my bottom, and I stare into his ocean eyes.