Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Every muscle in my stomach and ass and sex clench as he takes me there, my Sir and me. We ride the edge, oh the sweetest fucking edge—
I need it, I need the release so bad—
When he bites lightly down with his teeth at the very end, I howl and fuck his face, clenching so hard on what he shoved in my ass—
I wasn’t reborn that night I woke up in the hospital.
It’s now.
Here.
This is the moment I’m made new.
This is the start of everything.
I whine, curled over, mewling and shaking in the sheets when he pulls his mouth away from me.
I’m immediately groping for him, but he’s out of reach. It’s not that I want or could even handle more.
I just want him. I can’t stand losing contact with him yet. He tugs on the plug in my ass playfully several times before pulling it all the way out. I want to turn and grab for him again but manage to stop myself and just enjoy the strange sensation before the plug pops free.
He’s the one who spent fifty million. I’m not supposed to be the greedy one here. And this is just one night, I try to remind myself as the haze of the orgasms clear.
Just one wild, kinky, amazing night, and then you’ll never see him again.
I swallow hard.
Which is when I blink in confusion. Because Sir’s gentle hands are at my neck, and then I feel something else, like he’s fitting some sort of thick leather necklace on me.
“What are you—” But before I can finish the sentence, I hear the noise of a little lock clicking in place.
Then he slips my blindfold off and I look around, blinking in confusion.
At first, I just see his satisfied smile, and it makes me glow a little. Fuck, he’s so handsome. I want nothing more than to lean in to kiss him, even if it means tasting myself on his lips. I get a jolt of heat even at the thought and it makes me want to kiss him even more.
But that’s all in the flash of a moment before my lust-haze clears long enough to recognize that there’s a heavy chain attached to the—my hands lift and tug at the—the collar around my neck!
What the—?
Scanning, my eyes quickly take in the rest of the room. Whips of various shapes and sizes hang on the black walls. All sorts of other abnormal furniture with handcuffs attached are situated around the room. Including the bed we’ve been frolicking on. Jesus, there’s a fucking cage in the corner.
“What the fuck is this?” I scramble away from the sexy, shirtless man, who I can now see is covered in terrifying tattoos. The chain travels with me. It’s attached to an O-ring on the ceiling. My body is confused by the fear chasing the adrenaline of so many orgasms.
“Your new home,” he says with a smile so cold it makes my blood freeze. “Until I take your virginity, by contract, you belong to me.”
SEVEN
DOMHNALL
“What?” Madison shouts, shaking her head. “No. No, that’s not a thing. Red! Red! I want out. I don’t care about the money. This isn’t fair!”
I tilt my head at her. “Isn’t it, though? You agreed to this game. You came into my territory. You approached my sister.” I take a step towards her, and she steps back, the chain attached to her collar rattling prettily.
“Your sister?” she gasps. “Moira’s your sister? Why do you have an accent and she doesn’t?”
I stare at her coldly. She’s such a good little actress. “Well you ensured we’d scurry out of Ireland while she was still a lass and I was seventeen. So cute, the amnesia shtick.” My own brogue gets thicker the more I talk to her. It happens like that sometimes when I think of times in the old country.
Her eyes narrow. “You do know me.” She takes a step forward before stopping in her tracks. “Who am I?”
I laugh and shake my head. “So many petty little games.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she shouts, then grabs at her collar and makes a run for the open door. I don’t move to stop her. The collar does that for me. It’s quite thick. She’s holding onto it, so it doesn’t yank her neck too hard when the chain catches and jerks her to a stop just before she reaches the threshold.
“You’re quite trapped, my dear. I’m not sure what you meant by coming here like this, but you’re mine now. And besides, it’s not my job to be fair. It’s my job to break you.”
She turns and looks back at me with wide, freaked-out eyes. “Who are you?”
I smile as dark power I’ve never fully unleashed, never once in my whole life, floods every cell of my being. I’ve dominated subs before, but even in the club where I get to be my truest self, I still have to be careful. But now all restraints are off. It’s never once been like this. I’m purely my feral self. My prey stands before me, trembling, with nowhere to run.