Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I lean forward, bringing my nipple almost within reach of his mouth, and he bucks forward, trying his best to clamp his mouth down around me. “Isabel,” he warns, voice low and threadbare.
“Is this what you want?” I purr, leaning in tantalizingly close. Just when his lips part in anticipation, I pull back, leaving him straining for contact.
He lets out a low, frustrated growl. “You’re teasing me, Isabel,” he accuses, his eyes sparking with both annoyance and arousal.
A soft giggle escapes me, and I flash him a playful smile. “No, sir,” I say lightly, feigning innocence. “This is your punishment.”
His gaze snaps up, the heat behind it sizzling. “You’d better be careful,” he warns, voice taut with restrained hunger.
“And why’s that?” I lean forward again, letting my nipple brush dangerously close to his mouth, my heart pounding at the risk of it. But once more, I withdraw before he can capture me.
“Because once these cuffs are off,” he says, voice dark and edged with promise, “I won’t hold back. I’ll claim you, Isabel. You need to be ready for that.”
A tremor ripples through my body, and I realize I’ve been holding my breath. A surge of molten need floods every cell, and it’s all I can do to keep up this act of playful defiance. “Promise?” I whisper, my pulse throbbing at the base of my throat. The way he looks at me—like he’s seconds away from snapping the cuffs himself—makes my whole world ignite. I’m not sure I could want him more than I do right now, but every time he opens his mouth, he proves me wrong.
“Take the cuffs off and find out,” he challenges, voice laced with dark promise. The sparks in his eyes dare me to be bold, to loosen the restraints and see how he’ll respond. A flush of adrenaline surges through me, making my heart beat a wild staccato. My gaze flicks to the cuffs encircling his wrists, then back to the raw need etched across his face.
I can feel the thrill dancing under my skin, a heady mix of curiosity and blatant desire. In this moment, I want to give in, to unshackle him and see how far he’ll go to claim me. The very thought sends a delicious shiver down my spine, filling me with a sudden burst of courage.
“Maybe I’m ready to find out,” I murmur, voice quivering with anticipation. And I realize with a jolt that the idea of releasing him—giving him the freedom to do whatever he pleases—is almost too tempting to resist.
I slide up his body with deliberate slowness, my pulse thundering as I reach for the key dangling from his cuff. With a soft click, I free one wrist, then the other—my heart hammering at the thought of what might happen next.
The moment he’s loose, he wastes no time. His powerful hands seize my waist, and before I can even draw a breath, he bucks me off his lap, flipping me onto my back with a swift, confident move. A startled gasp escapes me, adrenaline and a molten rush of need sparking in my veins.
He’s on top of me in an instant, his knees planted on either side of my hips, his body looming above mine. My eyes lock with his, and the heat I find there makes the air crackle. Every inch of him vibrates with tension—like a coil wound too tightly, ready to spring.
“You’re mine,” he growls, low and possessive. The sound skates over my skin, sending waves of longing through every nerve. His gaze blazes into mine, and in the space between heartbeats, I feel the heady thrill of letting him have this power, of surrendering to the raw, palpable electricity that binds us together.
For a breathless moment, the world holds still. My body hums with anticipation, and I press into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. I want him to touch me everywhere, to prove the promise of his words. “Make me yours,” I whisper.
Chapter 21
Lincoln
I’m so turned on, it’s dizzying. Just looking at Isabel—her eyes locked on me with such blatant desire—has my thoughts spinning in reckless circles. My blood pounds in my ears, but I manage a smirk as I push myself off her in one swift move.
“Hold that thought,” I say, my voice ragged with need. “Get completely undressed while you wait for me.”
She props herself up on her elbows, a playful frown tugging at her lips. “Where are you going?”
“You’ll see,” I reply with a low promise. My heart thunders as I stride out of the room, making for the living area. I head straight to the bag I brought to the club, the one concealing a little surprise that’s about to make this night even more interesting.
When I enter the room, I’m spellbound. Wow. Isabel’s a dream. She gazes up at me completely nude, and my heart hammers around my rib cage. I hold up the vibrator, and her eyes flash with surprise.