Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Blue eyes flashed as he held her with that threatening stare, daring her to end this. The sharp warning was enough to keep him in control, enough to prove she didn’t want to walk away. She stilled, his fingers unmoving, as the tightening pain spread.
“You trust me to know what you need. Trust us to take care of you.”
“That’s not pleasant.”
“That’s fear talking. Let the physical feeling process. Get control of your emotions. Don’t let fear control you.”
She breathed through it, and the sharp pinch transcended into liquid heat, melting her insides and burning her resistance to ash. The tension in her body noticeably softened.
“Very good, printsessa. You’re only a few words away from ecstasy, now.” He released his hold of her little bud and rubbed away the sting, teasing her with focused precision until she started to quiver. “Say it. Say you’re ours.”
God help her, she wanted to give in. Wanted to sink into his strength and let someone else carry the weight for a while. Wanted to believe that this beautiful, dangerous man could keep her safe from the monsters of her past.
His fingers sank deep, and he stilled, holding her on the precipice of something dark and unknown. “All you have to say is yes. Agree to be ours, and your worries are over.”
Her spine stretched against the wall as he pressed deeper. “Ash—”
“Say it.”
“I…”
“Say it. Submit. Why force us to be cruel when it feels this good to take it like a good girl. Don’t you want to be a good girl, Mary?”
Her eyes closed in shame, but what other choice did she have? If this was her destiny, she might as well enjoy it. “Yes, I want it.”
His lips pressed to hers, tongue dominantly taking control of her mouth as he smiled against her with ultimate satisfaction. “Very good, printsessa.”
He lifted her off her feet, hooking a strong arm under her legs as he carried her to a kitchen chair. He sat her on his lap, back to chest, and used his knees to spread her legs wide as he gave her privates another slap.
“Ah!”
“Be still. I want to show you something you’ll never forget.” His fingers wedged inside of her with absolute possession. Her slick folds were her body’s shameful betrayal. Bunching the sweater in his fist, he held the material above her chest, exposing her bare breasts to the wide window.
Thankfully, there was only barren snow on the other side.
“Look at yourself in the glass, printessa.” He pulled her knees wider and fingered her faster.
She gasped and panted as pleasure built inside of her, needing a way out. The sounds her body made as he fucked his fingers into her should have mortified her, but she was too fascinated by her body’s response to address the shame.
Leaning forward, her body bent with his as he reached for a glass bottle on the table. “This will help.”
He doused her belly and thighs with what appeared to be olive oil, then folded her legs upward, trapping them against her chest and under the hook of one strong arm. Her lungs compressed as he folded her like a pretzel. She’d been on the verge of climax, and she wanted him to finish her, but this position left her too exposed.
“Ash, wait.”
“No. This is how it will be now.” Fingers slick with oil, he fed them back inside of her, pumping faster and deeper until her climax ruptured into something all-consuming.
Her body tensed and spasmed, reveling in the fantastical finish, but he was far from done. He didn’t let her come down. Instead, he pushed her higher, driving another orgasm out of her before the last fully left her.
It was too much. But he held her so tightly, folded on his lap, she couldn’t get the words past her lips. Using the oil, he worked his touch deeper, purposely stretching her.
“Breathe, printessa.”
He was trying to fit all five fingers inside of her. “I can’t.”
“I can’t hurt you if I vow to protect you.”
“It’s too much.”
“It’s not. Think of all the amazing things the female body can do.”
He pushed his hand deeper, and panic took over. “Stop! Stop! Stop!”
His touch disappeared, but he held tight, as if afraid she’d bolt. “Look at me.” The lash in his voice commanded her full attention.
Turning her head, she stared up at him in bewildered confusion.
“This is what you chose. If you walk away now, my brothers will keep their promise. You’ll be in police custody within the hour. Your welcome, requires your full surrender to stay.”
“I gave you my word, but what you’re trying to do… It’s too much.”
“It’s not. I’m trying to show you what it is to trust in the face of fear.”
“There are physical limits—”
“And I’m well aware of them. Unless there’s some sort of injury in your past that I’m unaware of, we’ve hardly grazed your limits.”