Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
“I hate you for doing this to me,” I sob.
He lets out a humorless laugh. “That was five seconds, bella. Try six fucking years.”
Some of my anger ebbs away when I hear the note of torment in his voice. It isn’t something I like to think about, but if the roles were reversed, and he did what I’ve done to him, it would have wrecked me.
This was a taste of the medicine he thinks I deserve.
Somehow, he seems to know the second I come to terms with it, and he decides to torture me a little more.
His palms sweep over the curves of my ass, grabbing two handfuls as he pulls me apart.
“Look how much you hate me,” he says, voice rough. “So much you’re soaked with it.”
Mostly, I just hate that he’s right. Even after his emotional torment, I still hunger for him. The broken part of me needs his reassurance that I’m the only one he wants.
“Do you want me to make it better?” he asks.
I bite my lip and nod.
“Use your words.” He squeezes my ass. “You were so free with them a minute ago.”
“I don’t hate you,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s a nice apology.” He softens his touch, soothing the roughness of his grip. “But you still haven’t told me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
“We have company.” He slides his fingers beneath my thong and teases me with a featherlight touch. “You want me to fuck you in front of them?”
We both know that’s the reason he brought me here, but he wants to hear me say it. Maybe it’s the thrill of the forbidden, or maybe I just really like the idea of being claimed so publicly by Angelo. But the thought of him fucking me in front of other people makes my insides twist with need.
“Yes,” I breathe. “That’s what I want.”
He makes a rough sound of approval, and I feel it between my thighs.
He wants this too.
“Open the door,” Angelo orders.
Someone does as he bids, and when he removes my blindfold again, I do a quick visual sweep of the room.
The robed man is sitting on the couch Angelo vacated, a naked woman cuddled up on either side of him, while the third kneels before him—sucking him off. Even so, his attention is on us.
Soon, they aren’t the only ones. With the door open, several other men filter into the room and watch as Angelo moves around behind me, opening a bottle and reaching for something else I can’t see.
A moment later, he slides my thong aside, pressing something smooth and hard against my ass. I suck in a sharp breath as he eases the object past the tight muscle, then slowly slides it in and out, opening me up to his satisfaction.
It’s longer than the first plug he used, so I can only imagine what it might be. When he seats it fully inside me, I can feel it stretching me in preparation for his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “You take it so well.”
I soak up his words, goosebumps skittering over my entire body as his palms travel the length of my back. He rubs the tension from my muscles, and I come alive for him, arching into his touch as much as the restraints will allow. It’s a different kind of torture not being able to move, and I know that’s the point. My body will take what he gives me, bearing every thrust of his huge cock as he fucks me into this cushion.
I ache in anticipation, caught between the need for his possession and the desire for this moment to never end. Every brush of his fingers along my body floods me with warmth and pleasure. He draws it out as the crowd watches, enrapt. And I realize this is a different kind of claim. Every inch of skin he touches is a declaration. He wants them to know that I belong to him.
I never knew I could need something this much. The fact that he can see these parts of me that so desperately long for affection and approval should terrify me. If it were anyone else, it would. But I crave this intimacy with him, and somehow, I know he’s the only one who could ever nourish this hunger in me.
When he finally unzips his pants, my body has completely melted into the cushion. I’m soft, pliable, and his for the taking.
I peek at him over my shoulder, watching his hot, dark gaze move over me. Even behind the mask, I can see the war in his eyes. He wants me, and he also wants to punish me. I’m not sure which side will win today, but when I glance at the crowd and notice the women staring at his cock, the primal part of me claws its way out.