Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I turn, walk toward my bed.
But in the next instant I’m swept off my feet, and he throws me onto my bed so hard that I bounce.
“I want to rip those clothes off you,” he says.
“Do it,” I threaten.
“I’m serious. I’ll fucking rip them to shreds, Diana.”
“Do it,” I echo. “Rip them. I don’t care, Dragon. Get them off me however you want.”
He hovers over me, grabs my tank top, and pulls it in two with his bare hands, the cotton ripping in a jagged line down the middle.
He sucks in a breath when my breasts fall.
“Look how hard my nipples are for you, Dragon.”
He growls.
“I’m wet. So wet. Rip these sweats off me. I’ll prove it.”
He grabs the waistband of my sweats, and for a moment I think he’s going to rip them off me like he did my tank top, but he doesn’t. He pulls them off my ass, off my legs, throwing them on the floor.
Only my drenched thong lies between me and my heart’s desire.
He closes his eyes and inhales. “God, you smell good. Like roses and sex.”
I instinctively spread my legs, letting the aroma of my cunt waft up to him.
He opens his eyes. “That lacy thong is not long for this world.”
I smile.
This time he rips the thong right off me.
Then he spreads my legs, brings his face down toward me, inhales again, his eyes closed.
“Sweet cunt. Sweet Diana cunt.”
God. I grasp two fistfuls of my comforter, arch my back.
Will he really tie me up? He can. I don’t care. But right now, I just need his cock in me. I need to come.
I’m so ready to come.
“Your clothes, Dragon.” I can sense he wants me to behave submissively, so I soften my voice and speak with a slight upward inflection. “Take them off. Please.”
“When I’m goddamned ready.”
I switch tactics. Maybe a switch back to the fiery Diana who told him to fuck off will do the trick.
“You want me to rip them off you the way you ripped mine?”
He doesn’t answer, so I sit up, grab the opening of his collar, and use all my strength to rip the shirt in two and send the buttons flying.
“Fuck,” he snarls.
“I warned you.”
He lets out a guttural laugh. “You’re so fucking hot, Diana. Do you have any idea how much I want to sink my cock into you? Fuck you until sunrise? Touch every part of your body with every part of mine? Turn you over, spank that lily-white ass and then slide my cock between those ass cheeks?”
The thought of anal sex has never turned me on…until now.
“I don’t see anybody stopping you,” I say.
He burns his gaze into mine. “Be careful what you ask for, Diana. Because you just might fucking get it.”
“I let you do everything you wanted last time, and I’m ready for it again. I told you my hard limit. It’s being gagged. I’m up for anything else.”
“Hard limit?”
Interesting. The way he talked I was assuming he knew a lot about BDSM. The only reason I know about it is because Ashley dabbled in it a little before she met Dale.
“Hard limit. In BDSM, it’s something you won’t do.”
“I don’t do BDSM, Diana.”
“You told me how you want to tie me up. Spank me. Slap my breasts, my pussy.”
His eyes grow dark. “I do want to do all of that. For the life of me, I don’t know why. It’s not something I do. For the love of God, I want you. I want every part of you. I want you under me, on top of me, next to me. I want to slap you, fuck you, kiss you. All of it. All of it. I want to drown in you. Lose myself in you. Do everything to you.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Dragon
She doesn’t react. Which startles me.
I just poured my heart and soul out to this woman. Told her everything I want to do to her, everything I don’t understand about myself, and why I want to do it.
Is she truly fine with it?
“Diana.”
“What?”
“Tell me to stop. You need to tell me to leave.”
“I won’t. I will not tell you to leave. If you want to leave, Dragon, you’re going to have to do it on your own.”
I rise. The two halves of my shirt still hang over my shoulders. I look down, and one lone button lies on her hardwood floor. I have no idea where the others are.
And that button…
It triggers a memory, and I find myself careening back through time.
“Mommy, Griffin ate a button.”
“What?” My mother goes red in her pretty face.
“I tried to stop her. There was a button loose on my shirt. She pulled it off and ate it.”
“Oh my goodness.” My mother grabs Griffin, who’s about two years old. “Griffin, are you all right?”
Griffin giggles.
“Dragon, put on your shoes. We have to take her to the emergency room.”