Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Or so I thought.
I was on the verge of exploding when he stopped, making me whimper in frustration. My orgasm was the only thing I had to look forward to during this exchange, and he was taking it away from me.
“Not yet.”
He was determined to show me who was in control here, and I was determined not to let it be him. But when his thumb started working against my clit, my body won out over my mind.
I bucked against him and cried out for my release when he stopped again.
“Please,” I begged, rocking my hips upward. I was so sensitive I didn’t think I would survive if he didn’t free me from this agony.
“You want to come?” he asked softly.
I didn’t reply. Because as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Cool air settled over my skin when he pulled away, and for a minute, I worried that he was going to punish me again. But after a few adjustments, the heat of his breath skated over my inner thighs. With the first lick, he had me on edge. Again. He teased me with the softest of touches before pulling away.
He flipped me onto my back and left me lying there, flushed and on the verge of a psychotic break. I never knew that I could want something so much, but I did. I was worse than Norma with her pills. What the hell was happening to me?
I wanted to scream. I fisted the covers in my hands when he pushed himself back inside of me. His lips were on mine a moment later, covered in my arousal, but I didn’t care. I kissed him back fiercely, punishing him the only way I could as I nipped at his lips and tugged on his hair. He thrived on my reaction, giving it back just as good as he got. His teeth pulled at my lip until I tasted blood, which he sucked into his mouth with a groan.
I sank my nails into his back, and he responded by wrapping his hand around my throat in warning. For some crazy reason, it was making me wet. This vicious romp. The savagery of our connection. He had tapped into a part of my psyche that I didn’t know was there. The part of me that liked the pain and fucked up things he was doing to me.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against me. “Tell me who you wish was inside of you right now. Making you come.”
I froze at his request. He couldn’t honestly expect me to answer that.
His thumb found my clit again, so swollen and sensitive that tears leaked from my eyes. I needed my release, and he was intentionally torturing me. It shouldn’t have surprised me. He was the worst kind of evil. A predator, and probably a sadist too. I knew this, and yet I kept forgetting whenever he touched me.
“Tell me,” he urged, nipping my ear as I bucked against him.
His cock glided in and out of me with agonizing gentleness while his hands explored my body. Somewhere along the line, he had gained back control, and he was intent on proving it.
“It’s a simple request,” he insisted. “A name, Brighton. There must be someone.”
I shook when he bottomed out inside of me, taking me to the brink of destruction once more.
“Please,” I rasped. “Please, just let me…”
“A name.” He captured my lip between his teeth. “I need a name. Then you can come as many times as you like.”
He kissed his way down to my nipple and flicked it with his tongue. My eyes rolled back as I melted into the bed.
“Ryland!” I screamed. “Ryland Bennett.”
He grunted and slammed into me so hard I thought I might break. His teeth sank into my neck, causing a cataclysm of pain and release. It was cathartic. Poetic. Beautiful. The demon inside of me smiled in satisfaction when my scream echoed off the walls.
I’d barely finished when he let loose a vicious string of curses, his cock pulsing wildly as he emptied himself inside of me.
He collapsed on top of me, his legs still tangled in mine, his breath ragged. I expected him to say something once his breathing had calmed, but he didn’t.
Not a word about my mortifying confession, or anything else. I wondered if he was angry. Would he hurt Ryland? The thought crossed my mind. I had no idea what his motives were. It was one thing to mess with me, but if he involved innocent people, I wouldn’t be able to cope.
“What are you going to do?” I whispered.
“What do you mean?” his voice was soft. Relaxed. And he was still inside me.
“About what I told you,” I said. “You won’t… do anything to him, right?”
“Would you care if I did?”