Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
I quiver beneath his warm and ridiculously muscular frame. He’s definitely packing for someone who looks lean, and even though I struggle to breathe, I don’t dare protest.
I hear the rustling of clothes as he brushes my hair behind my ear, the feel of his big hand eliciting sharp tingles from my heated flesh.
His lips close around the lobe before he sinks his teeth into the soft skin. I clamp my mouth shut to trap a whimper, but it escapes as a muffled moan.
“You had no business playing with my fire, Mrs. King, for you will not survive what I want to do to you.”
A stroke of fabric touches my hands as he grips and shoves them in front me on the carpet. Though he threateningly covers me whole, he’s holding his weight off or he would’ve crushed me by now. A death I, astonishingly, wouldn’t find revolting in the slightest.
I watch with bemused fascination as he wraps his tie around my wrists, securing them in a knot I couldn’t undo even if I wanted to.
A deep thrill bursts inside me in magenta colors at the idea of being tied up by Eli. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this scene. My skin burns with excitement so fervent, stickiness coats my thighs and dryness takes refuge at the back of my throat.
“And what do you want to do to me?” I hear myself murmur in a voice I don’t recognize. I didn’t even know I could sound so crazy with desire, so turned -on by a man I was so sure I’d written out of my heart and soul.
But maybe I overlooked my body in that process.
“I want to mark you, Mrs. King.” He fists my hair and lifts me so my back is flush against his chest as his dark, lust-filled words roll into my ears. “I want to hurt you, bruise you, and own you so thoroughly, you’ll be ruined for all other men. I want to feel your pain, see my welts on your porcelain skin. I want to choke your throat, bite your lips and nipples, and leave my presence across your whole body before I pound into your tight cunt so ruthlessly, you’ll beg me to stop.”
My temperature hikes up so dangerously, I’m surprised I don’t go off like a box of fireworks. I’m so embarrassingly wet and burning with need, I’m afraid if I move and accidentally rub my pussy on the floor, I’ll come right here and now.
A part of me knows I should be alarmed by his words, but I was never normal anyway.
My breaths leave me in shallow pants that bounce off the carpet and condense on my upper lip.
“So beg me to stop,” he orders in deep, calm words. “This is your only chance to say the fucking words that will push me away for good.”
“Don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t stop.” I’m ashamed of how needy my words sound, but that feeling only lasts until his voice fills my ears again.
“You have no idea what the fuck you’ve signed up for, beautiful.” The nickname is spoken as a snarl as he drops me back on the floor and positions himself behind me. “On your knees, arse in the air.”
Awkwardly, and surprisingly, might I add, I comply, my elbows sinking into the carpet, and I lift my hips slightly.
I can feel his hawk-like gaze following my every movement with savage intent, but before I contemplate looking at him, he shoves my dress up to my waist.
A sudden gust of cool air prickles across my skin as he forcefully shoves his hand beneath the fabric of my clothes. I gasp as he tears the material, exposing my bare breast to his grasp. His rough fingers wrap around it and twist my engorged nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me. I bite down on my lower lip in an attempt to stifle a whimper. But the sensation is too intense, too raw, and I can't help but let out a soft moan as he continues to explore my body with his skilled touch. Every nerve ending is on fire, every inch of skin tingling with desire as he takes control over me.
“You were walking around with no bra, wife?”
“The dress would be ruined by one.”
“My male staff’s careers would be ruined due to the lack of one.” He pinches and twists again, sending jolts of pleasure to my core, then moves to the other one. “If you’re in the mood to get them fired, all you have to do is ask.”
“Don’t be a dick…oh God.”
“Don’t be a flirt. I don’t appreciate others looking at what’s fucking mine.” His shadow feels so massive right now, so grand in its ruthless intensity.
He shoves my underwear to my knees while still torturing my breasts and runs his finger along my dripping-wet slit.