Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I want more than a kiss, and he knows it.
God, I’ll miss this.
I whisper in his ear. “I think it’s time I had a tour of your bedroom.”
And then I’m in his arms and he’s standing, walking toward his room. He needs no further prompting. My heartbeat races when he kisses me hungrily, tongue and teeth and lips and moans, and I’m drowning in this moment.
He carries me to his room. “Bedroom,” he growls, kicking the door shut behind him. “Tour over. Get these fucking clothes off.”
“Impatient, are we?” I murmur when he tosses me on the bed, but his only response is a sharp crack to the ass. He’s taking his clothes off with impatient jerks and tugs.
“Get ‘em off before I do, and if I do, you won’t be wearing those again.”
“Oooh,” I tease, doing what he says and stripping quickly. “So brutal.”
“I’ll give you brutal, sweetheart.” I’m scrambling belly-down on his massive bed and my timing sucks. He’s just taken off his belt, which he wastes no time in doubling and smacking across my ass. I gasp, and before I can even take another breath, he strikes me again, and again, and I’m welcoming the perfect pain that I need tonight.
It hurts like fuck, but hell if I don’t like the way the leather makes me throb. He’s used every implement he owns on me, and affectionately calls me leather whore because every time he spanks me with leather, I ignite.
We’re far enough away from Ben and Bailey with their doors closed and thank God for that, so I don’t worry they can hear us.
“You need a taste of this, don’t you?”
I nod, as he spanks my flesh with the leather. He’ll leave his mark on me and tomorrow every time I move, I’ll feel the reminder of his dominance. I love that he knows this is what I need. He whips me with the belt until I pass the threshold of pain, and as he whips me, the pain begins to fade. I’m sinking, engulfed into blissful awareness and sensation, every strike bringing me closer to the well of peace I crave. Somewhere in the distance I can still hear the swish and smack of the belt, his low commands to lie still and take it, but I’m fading into a blissful quiet of welcome relief. This is where he can take me, this chasm of brutal reprieve.
And then my mind grows quiet. The belt drops, and though my eyes are closed I can almost see him behind me. When his hands span my waist, I arch into him. I need him to fill me. Claim me. His mouth at my ear, he lines his cock at my entrance. It hurts, hell does it hurt, my bruised, punished flesh against his skin, but this is a pain that erases all other.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls with a thrust of his hips. I moan and brace for the savage friction and pleasure. When he wraps my hair in his fist in one fierce sweep of his hand, I don’t fight it. I need this release. I need to lose control to him. I need his dominance. “My sweet, beautiful pain slut,” he rasps in my ear. “My little leather whore.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a grin and moan as he rocks his hips and my heartbeat races. I’m getting closer to climax and so is he, but this is no lover’s dance or gentle dalliance, but carnal surrender. I moan low on the cusp of climax, then scream when he pulls my hair back so I arch my body against his.
“Come, Cora. Come, beautiful girl.”
Ecstasy sweeps over me when I ride him, milking his cock with no reservation, my own release meeting his in silent perfection until we collapse together.
“Christ,” he swears, mumbling under his breath, and I swear for one minute I hear him say I love you.
I’m suddenly sober.
“What?” I say. Drunk on pleasure, maybe I just imagined what I heard.
“I said ‘God, I love that,’” he says, but he doesn’t meet my eyes, and too soon, he’s up and cleaning me off, then tucking me into bed. He rolls toward me and pulls me onto his chest. It’s the first time we’ve slept in the same bed. I’ll enjoy every second of this until it’s gone.
I like being held in his arms. My heart swells with the closeness of our bodies and our synchronized breathing. I’ve never felt so cherished or safe.
If I say it out loud, it’s a betrayal. I’ve broken a contract.
I can’t say it out loud, but I sing it in my mind.
I love you, Liam Alexander. I may never get to tell you, but I will always love you.
Eighteen
Liam
I can’t get enough of her. Cora’s a drug that’s seeped into my veins, crawled under my skin, and tethered herself to me.