Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
His lips grow thinner as if he doesn’t trust my offer. “Why?”
“Because you helped me.”
After a stare down, he finally releases me and lets me continue unbuttoning his shirt. It slides off his thick shoulders with difficulty, blood caking the fabric, but that’s not the reason it’s hard for me to focus. It’s the thick slab of abs revealed underneath when the shirt drops to the floor.
I pat the bloodied and tattooed skin down with the wet towel, trying not to be affected, while his breath picks up speed. His eyes lower along with mine, following every trace I leave, as if every single one of my touches makes him hungry for more.
Whatever you do, don’t fall for the man who keeps you locked up in his home.
I slip my hand down his tattooed chest and the ridges of his abs, all the way to his pants, where I dab off the remaining splotches of blood until nothing is left of the scene of the crime.
My eyes clamor up to his, but the moment our eyes connect, I have trouble looking anywhere else. It’s like I’m drowning in an endless vortex of his life, and there’s no stopping it, nor do I know if I can stop my own heart from throbbing faster and faster the closer he gets.
He grips my wrist midair as I reach his belt buckle. His breath is wildly out of control, and his pants are clearly tented, the rock-hard dick beneath twitching against the fabric.
“Please …” he whispers. “Stop.”
I swallow. Hard.
God … to hear this man beg is something else.
“Tell me why,” I say.
“Because I can barely contain myself when it comes to you,” he rasps.
I suck in a breath. “Because I’m annoying you?”
His hand rises, meeting my cheek as he softly strokes my skin and tucks a few strands of my blond hair behind my ear so gently I nearly melt into a puddle all over his bathroom floor.
“Because ever since we became husband and wife, I have wanted nothing more than to kiss you senseless.”
My knees nearly buckle.
“You’re gorgeous, and sassy, and so damn feisty.” A lopsided grin forms on his mouth. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since you set foot in my mansion.”
A blush creeps onto my cheeks.
“I know you hate me for what I’ve done to you,” he growls. “I’ve vowed to myself not to touch you, and I take my vows very fucking seriously. But you drive me fucking crazy, and I’ve wanted nothing but to fuck you raw against the walls around my house,” he grunts.
My lips part, and without thinking about it, I whisper back, “Free me … and I’ll let you kiss me again.”
His hand slowly lowers down my throat toward the ring dangling from my neck, a tepid smile forming on his face as he touches the ring like it’s a sign of reverence.
“I’m sorry, my beautiful, maddening wife, but I won’t allow you to blackmail me.”
He averts his gaze and turns around to walk toward the shower next to his giant bath.
How does he do this?
How can he resist the temptation when it’s become impossible for me?
He steps under the rain shower, and I immediately follow suit, not giving a shit that I’m still wearing my clothes when he turns on the faucet and lets the rain shower stream on top of us. He hasn’t even taken off his clothes yet because I’m still here staring at him, mere inches away.
He swallows, the Adam’s apple in his throat going up and down at the sight of me getting soaked, while my white shirt becomes completely see-through. My God, those eyes nearly devour me as they slowly slide down my body toward my peaked nipples.
Droplets of water roll down his cheeks, and he rubs his scruffy jaw, trying to control himself. “Get out of my room, Tesoro.”
I don’t intend to listen, and I doubt he can punish me any further.
The water is colder than I imagined he’d enjoy a shower, and he probably has a very good reason for it, but it won’t hold me back.
I start peeling at the buttons of my shirt, his eyes following my fingers as I pop them all loose, slowly revealing more of my skin. I know he’s already seen part of me, but I want him to see all of it so I can seduce him and make him betray his own rules.
His jaw clenches as I reach the final button and pull off my shirt, exposing myself to his lustful gaze.
“Stella,” he grumbles, clearly having trouble as his voice fluctuates with heat. “Please.”
I could listen to this man begging for days on end, but I have to focus on the task at hand. If I can get this man to fall for me, he’ll let me go, and then I’ll finally be free.