Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
She turned. The sexy bastard leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed over his nude chest and a bare foot hooked around his ankle. He’d removed his shirt and boots, but the jeans remained, the zipper partially lowered to reveal the dark patch of hair around the root of his erection—which was bent downward and tucked beneath the denim.
Her pussy contracted, and her nipples hardened. “Are you going to—?”
“Stand with your chest against the post. Hands above your head.”
It was never a request with him. He commanded, and she obeyed. In the bedroom, with that aggressive look firing in his eyes, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She lingered for a moment, unable to avert her gaze. Inky black hair lay in haphazard spikes and fell across his brow. His expression was dark and severe, but his dimples were there, reminding her of the boy who’d stolen her heart.
The muscles in his torso were flawlessly defined, layered in ridges that were honed in combat. Whether he was training for a raid or running into a gunfight, he was built for this life. His job still scared the bejesus out of her, but she was confident in his ability to stay alive.
She resisted the urge to cross the room and put her hands all over him, because seriously, no man should look that good. With a sigh, she faced the post and reached her arms toward the ceiling.
His footsteps approached, and her breaths picked up. His masculine scent attacked her senses as he stopped behind her, crowding into her space in the possessive, overbearing way she loved.
“I’m going to hurt you,” he breathed in the space beside her ear.
She shivered.
“Then I’m going to replace the hurt with something else.” His chest slid against her back, his hand closing over the chain around her neck.
“With your cock?”
“Yes.” A smile teased through his rumbling voice. “With my cock.”
“I accept.”
“I’m not asking.” His hand lowered to her pussy, cupping and squeezing. “This is mine.”
“Oh, you arrogant ass. You want me willing—”
He slammed a palm against her backside, shooting fire across her skin. Her breath left her so quickly and thoroughly she was still struggling to catch it when he disappeared in the closet and returned again.
With leather cuffs and a string of chain, he locked her wrists to the eye bolt in the post above her head. Stepping back, he simply stared at her. Patient. Watchful. He just…stared. After a long, unnerving moment, he grabbed the cane from the floor.
Then he hurt her. Holy fuck, he hurt every inch of her ass and thighs.
She screamed and writhed and cursed him to hell, tucking her hips against the post and trying to keep her lower muscles loose beneath his strikes. She begged him to stop, but those tattooed forearms persisted, welting her skin with hard, erratic blows. Beneath the searing pain, however, something else bloomed, something stronger, deeper.
Trust.
She believed he wouldn’t take her too far, wouldn’t give her more than she could handle. It was trust that had connected them as children, and it linked them now, more intimately than she’d ever bonded with another person. Her entire body followed his movements, shivering with the rapid gusts of his breaths and giving beneath the drive of his strikes.
It was trust that aroused her pleasure, igniting heat between her legs and damping her inner thighs. He was hurting her to remind her that she trusted him with her whole heart.
He dropped the cane and pressed his chest against her back, soothing her with shushing noises. She melted against him, rolling her head back on his broad shoulder and savoring the heat of his body.
His lips glided along her jaw with caressing licks, his fingers sliding between her legs, stroking and working her into a panting, hungry animal. She ground her sore ass against the opening of his jeans, sending bites of pleasure and pain through her body.
He ran his palms over the backs of her thighs, rubbing the hurt there, tracing the creases between her legs and butt. He groaned as he dragged an invasive stroke up the crack of her ass. Then he released her shackles.
Carrying her to the bed, he chained her hands to the headboard and removed his jeans.
He didn’t make her wait when he settled between her thighs and notched his cock against her pussy. The instant he claimed her mouth with his, he thrust.
Pleasure lifted her off the bed as he hit deep with long, stroking stabs, shoving a moan from her throat. With his elbows braced on either side of her head and his biceps the size of her thighs, he moved his cock inside her, never looking away.