Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I’m fucking dead. This woman has me in a damn chokehold and I quickly realize that there isn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do just to be near her. I’m a goner.
My hands ball into fists, and I clench my jaw, my cock rock hard in my pants. “Savage.”
She catches her breath as she leans heavily against the kitchen island, needing its support to keep her upright. She cuts the show short and slowly pulls her fingers free. I watch her every move, and as her hand slips out of her pants, her fingers glistening with her wetness, she eats up the space between us, taking three small steps until she stands right before me.
Lyra lifts her wet fingers to my lips, and I welcome them as she pushes them inside my mouth. I eagerly suck them dry, that sweet taste doing wicked things to me. She watches me intently. “You always this easy, Maddox Blake?”
Her fingers fall from my mouth, and I grasp her chin. “Only for violently beautiful women who have the potential to destroy me.”
A smirk cuts across those full lips, her eyes shining with raw hunger when she leans in, her lips barely brushing mine. And then she stops and meets my feral stare.
“Then get on your knees and beg for it.”
Everything stops.
My heart. My soul. My whole fucking world. They fall to her feet right along with my knees, crumbling against the hardwood floor as I stare up at her like she’s my goddamn savior. And judging by the wicked curve of her mouth, she knows it.
There’s no choice here, no kind of ability I possess to be able to resist her. It’s as though I’m under some type of compulsion. Whatever she says, whatever she wants or needs, I will give it without question.
I’m royally fucked.
Lyra studies me for a moment, having complete control, and without a doubt, I know this is far more dangerous than any fight I’ve ever been in. “Tell me,” she purrs, those green, dazzling eyes hooded with lust. “What do you want?”
I stare up at her, taking in her slender waist, her tight tank, the curve of her breasts, her wavy golden hair that’s been thrown up into a messy bun, and my mouth goes dry. I’ve never wanted anything so bad.
“Answer the question, Blake.”
Fuck me.
I drag in a breath and shake my head, in complete disbelief that such a woman could even exist. Then I grin, because if I’m going down, I’m doing it right. “I want to watch you, Savage. I want you spread out before me, and I want to see the way you fuck yourself. I want to watch your cheeks turn pink and hear the little gasp in your breath right before you come. I want you to push yourself to your limits until you’re the one on your knees begging for me because you know that nothing you do is ever going to be as good as when I’m inside you. I want you begging for my cock, Savage. I want you desperate for me like I am for you.”
She steps into me, and I grasp the back of her thighs as her fingers push through my hair, grabbing a fistful and pushing back until my eyes lock onto her. “You want to watch me fuck myself?”
“More than you will ever know.”
Lyra smiles, and it’s beautifully cruel, as though knowing she has the power to dismantle my dignity one word at a time, and damn it, I’d let her just to be in her presence. “Then what are you waiting for?” she challenges. “Take me to your bed and make me beg.”
9
LYRA
My back hits the mattress and a laugh tears from the back of my throat as I scramble up the bed, shifting until my back is up against the headboard and my eyes locked on the delicious piece of man meat across the room.
He watches me as he slowly drags an armchair to the end of the bed and casually takes a seat, a cocky smirk playing on those full lips.
“I’m ready, Savage,” he murmurs. “Show me what ya got.”
“Oh yeah?” I say, reaching for my shirt and arching my back away from the headboard as I slowly begin peeling it off. “You’re not ready for what I’ve got.”
“You think so?”
I toss my shirt away, and my fingers immediately brush across my chest, the gentle touch sending shivers sailing across my skin. He tracks every movement, and I watch as he fists the material on top of his thighs and pulls it down, allowing more space as that thick cock grows inside his pants. “I know so.”
My fingers don’t stop moving across my body and I tip my head back, enjoying every second of pleasure when they trail lower to my pants. My thumbs hook into the waistband and I inch my hips up, allowing just enough space to push them down.