Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
God, I hated how right he was.
His hand tightened even more around my throat, making my breath come out in hoarse gasps.
As he kissed and bit his way down my body, the soft touch mixed with the sharp sting of his teeth made my skin prickle with sensitivity. By the time he got to my belly button, every nerve I had was so alert even his breath felt like a touch.
My lungs burned, my head swam as he placed a gentle kiss on my mons before he used his shoulders to wedge himself between my thighs and buried his face between my legs like a man possessed.
I couldn’t tell if he was sucking, licking, or fucking me with his tongue, or doing everything all at once. I still couldn’t get a single full breath.
My back arched as the sensations overwhelmed me. But he didn’t slow down. I put my heels on his shoulders and tried to push him away because it was too much.
All he did was tighten his grip on my throat and use his other arm to pin my hips down, letting out a savage growl that vibrated through my body.
When I looked down, all I could see were his eyes staring at me, daring me to deny him again.
I couldn’t lose to him.
I couldn’t give in to everything he demanded of me, but how could I not?
How could I not break under this brutal onslaught of pleasure, pain, and lack of oxygen that made my head swim even more?
Darkness started seeping in at the edges of my vision. My lips tingled and he let go of my throat just long enough for me to take a deep breath, and then he squeezed again.
His eyes never left my face as he ravaged me like a man possessed.
My feet kicked out, my heels digging into his back, but it did nothing.
Nothing but encourage him.
When the pressure got to be too much and I knew I was almost there and he was about to push me into the abyss, he stopped.
There had never been anyone so cruel in all the world as this man, sitting up on his knees looking down at me while I gasped for air and he held me on the edge.
One hand tight around my throat, the other with two fingers buried in my cunt, curled up, pressing into the most incredible spot while his thumb placed pressure on my clit.
“Why?” I said between gritted teeth.
“Only good girls get to come. Tell me you’re mine.”
“No,” I said. The heat in my veins was still boiling. I couldn’t tell if the rage was replacing the lust or making it hotter.
“Admit that you’re mine.”
“Never.”
“Fine, have it your way,” he said as his hand left my aching, desperate pussy.
His eyes never left mine as his fingers, still wet and shiny with my arousal, went to his mouth and he licked one clean, then brought the other to my mouth, painting my lips with it.
It was sweet and tangy, but all I could think about was the pressure in my core begging for release, and how empty I felt without a part of him inside of me.
He kissed me like he wanted to ruin me—like tasting my mouth was just the beginning of his claim. His kiss was passionate and hot, a brand on my soul, devouring my lips as feverishly as he devoured my pussy.
Roman waited until I was gasping for breath again to break the kiss. This time it was his teeth sinking into my lower lip as he pulled at it.
When he dropped my lip, he got off the bed and grabbed both of my ankles.
“Last chance, little warrior. Tell me you are mine.”
“No,” I gasped, not sure if I even meant it. Did I ever mean it?
With one quick movement, Roman lifted me by my ankles and spun me around so I was on my stomach, my arms pulled tight by the handcuffs, the chain now twisted.
He dropped my legs, and I quickly got up on my knees, my hands gripping what was left of the headboard.
The broken bar was still too far above my head for me to be able to unhook the cuffs from the bed frame.
Roman’s hand ghosted down my spine, sending a warm shiver through me.
“I’m going to fuck you to remind you exactly who you belong to.” He punctuated his words with a quick, startling slap to my ass.
Jumping from the sting, I said, “I don’t belong to anyone.”
Although it didn’t matter what I said because my body betrayed me just as readily as my lips defended me. My thighs spread as his fingers chased down between my ass cheeks to my still sopping-wet and needy cunt.
His fingers traced back up, spreading my arousal from my pussy to my asshole. He circled it with the tip of his finger, sending some dark, forbidden pleasure through me.