Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Kashton shifts and lets out a moan that makes my thighs clench. Fuck, I’m so horny.
His cock is right at my ass, and I wish he’d take advantage of me. But it just proves that Kashton is a good guy. He’s nothing like our fathers.
I know about his mother committing suicide and how Isabella punished him when she was training them. I know he has abandonment issues and probably feels alone right now because his brothers have moved on. I’ll be everything he needs.
I’m going to be his Lady, take his last name, and make sure he knows he always has me. No matter what, because that’s what a Lady does. I owe him that. He deserves happiness.
If he wants me to wait on him at home, kneeling on the floor when he walks through the front door, then that’s what I’ll do.
A Lady serves her Lord. No matter what.
I just wish I could give him children. I’ve never felt like less of a woman than I do now. I understand it’s my fault. I chose to do what I did, and I must pay the consequences. I just wish I had met him sooner. That things were different.
“Eve,” he says roughly in my ear, “why are you still awake?”
I don’t say anything and instead close my eyes.
“I can feel your heart racing, angel,” he states, and I sigh. His hand travels from my waist up over my chest and to my neck. He wraps his fingers around my throat, and I moan, pushing my ass into his cock. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Why not?” I whimper, reaching back behind me, between our bodies to find his pierced dick. “You’re hard.” At least I know his body still wants me.
“And I bet you’re wet.”
I roll my eyes, push him away, and turn over to face him. His eyes are open, but he looks tired. I feel bad for him. I just want to make him feel good, and the only way I know how is with my body.
Is this what a healthy relationship looks like? When a man doesn’t want to have sex with you because he wants to let your body rest? I doubt that’s really the reason why. I want him to use me. “Play with me,” I tell him.
His eyes search mine before they drop to my neck and he runs his tatted knuckles down over my breast. Leaning in, I lick my lips before his touch mine.
I push against him, and he rolls onto his back, his hands gripping my ass, taking me with him, and I straddle his hips, grinding against his hard cock.
Moaning into his mouth, I lift up and reach between us to pull his dick out. Fuck, I need him. “Please?” I beg, pulling away to suck in a ragged breath.
“Get up.” He taps my thigh, and I giggle, falling off him onto my back.
Kashton gets out of bed and exits the room. He returns seconds later with his bag. He sets it on the end of the bed and unzips it before pulling out a few things.
I lie down and swallow, telling myself I’m not going to panic. That it’s going to be okay. That this is my future husband. That I’m not at Dollhouse. Only he touches me now.
“On your stomach,” he orders. “Hands behind your back.”
I roll over and throw the pillow onto the floor so my head can lie flat and do as he says. The bed dips when he crawls onto it, straddling my ass. He crosses my wrists and then wraps something rough around them. If I had to guess, I’d say rope.
Then he gets up and pushes me onto my back. He rips off a single piece of tape, and I close my mouth, swallowing before he gently places it over my lips. His tatted fingers softly press against my mouth, and I moan, arching my hips for him.
“Hard to beg when you can’t talk,” he states, and I whimper, trying to adjust my tied hands behind my back. Then he rolls me onto my stomach once more.
He picks my legs up off the bed and wraps more rope around them, and I try to pull my legs up under me so I can put my pussy and ass in the air, but I can’t.
Mumbled words are all that come from my taped lips when I try to ask what he did. He falls down beside me, and I lift my head to look over at him as he snuggles under the covers.
His eyes roam my face, and his knuckles brush the hair off my cheeks. I wiggle, trying to move, and he smiles.
“I’ve got your legs tied to the footboard, angel. Your arms behind your back and your mouth taped. You’re going to lie here with me until morning.”