Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
“Now, let’s get you stripped off and into the bath.”
North stood back, watching from the bedroom as Jared took Angie’s clothes off.
He’d had sex with women before.
In his much younger days. When he’d used sex as a way to try and feel something.
When he’d used those women and men to try and feel something.
It hadn’t worked. It had only made him feel worse.
Nothing had worked until meeting Jared. He was the only one whose touch he’d been able to stand.
Until now.
Oh, he could shake hands with people when he was in one of his personas.
And he had no problem with touching people to hurt them.
But affectionate touch was beyond him. Even with Jared. All he could handle from him was being touched during sex or play.
However, with Angie things were different.
He was different.
He wasn’t completely “cured” or whatever you wanted to call it. He wasn’t suddenly going to go around cuddling people. But he wanted to give her whatever she needed.
50
Angie let Jared lift her out of the bath and dry her.
He ran the towel slowly over her. Gently drying her nipples, her stomach and down to her pussy. She sucked in a breath as he ran the towel over her mound. A low moan escaped as his fingers touched her lower lips.
Was that an accident or not?
He touched her again. She was guessing it was on purpose.
“You are so beautiful,” he told her.
“Promise you won’t get mad if . . . if things go badly,” she blurted out.
Way to ruin the mood, Angie.
“I will not get angry with you about anything. I can be in the middle of coming and you tell me to stop and I will.”
She eyed him skeptically. “Is that even possible?”
“It is for me.”
Good Lord.
His arrogance was unbelievable.
But also was super hot. Something she’d never tell him, of course.
His ego was already out of control.
Jared turned her around to dry her back and she stared at herself in the mirror.
Who was this woman with the flushed cheeks and glowing eyes?
And how come she looked so happy?
Did she deserve to be happy?
“I don’t want you thinking,” Jared ordered her. “From now on, you’re not to think.”
“I don’t think you can order someone not to think,” she told him.
“Sure I can. I can make any command I like. And you’re going to obey me. Because I’m in charge.”
See what she meant?
Bossy and arrogant.
He threw the towel away and grasped hold of her waist.
Good Lord.
She tried to get out of his arms to grab it and put it on the towel rail. But he tightened his hold on her.
“What’s wrong?”
“You dropped your towel on the floor. I’ll pick it up.”
“Leave it. You aren’t my cleaner or here to tidy up after me.”
He rubbed her stomach, then moved his hand down further. “Do you have any more limits to tell me?”
“No, none,” she said hastily.
He turned her to face him, cupping her face between his big hands. “I want the truth. The very last thing I want is for you to keep something from me and then I hurt you. Physically or emotionally. This sort of relationship only works well when you communicate with me what your needs are. And I will do the same for you. Same with North.”
She glanced over to find North leaning against the doorway, studying her.
“You’ve never had any problems telling me the truth,” North stated. “You told me exactly what you wanted after I kidnapped you. I think your exact words were that you hoped I’d get crabs and itch my balls right off.”
She bit her lip. She did recall saying that. “You did kidnap me, though.”
“And thank God he did,” Jared murmured.
She sucked in a breath. Yes, thank God for that.
“Come with me.” Jared took hold of her hand so that she couldn’t do anything but follow him. He led her into the bedroom and sat her on the bed before kneeling in front of her. She ran her gaze over him.
How had she gotten this lucky?
Then she moved her gaze to North who had turned so he could watch them. He was still fully dressed. Completely composed.
It made her want to ruffle him up a bit. But she knew she couldn’t do that.
Jared took hold of her hands in his. “Think about your limits. Other than the ones we talked about the other day. There will still be no insulting or degrading you. I won’t tie you up or blindfold or gag you. No pinning you down. Anything else?”
“No biting. No weapons. No knives or whips or belts. I don’t want to be forced to . . . to do anything.”
“No one will ever force you,” Jared said firmly.
She believed him, relief filling her. “No anal sex.”
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
“I think that’s it.”
“Good girl.” He stood and picked her up. To her surprised, he sat on the bed with her on his lap, facing him.