Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
A flash of lightning lit his face in an unholy glow.
His hard cock pressed against my inner thigh. How was he hard again?
My abdomen tightened as I resisted the urge to squirm beneath him.
Narrowing my eyes, I still defied him. “I think the priest will require one.”
“Not the one I hire. Haven’t you learned by now, babygirl? Everyone. And I do mean everyone, can be bought. Not even the sanctity of the church is beyond a price tag.”
I wet my lips, not missing how his gaze zeroed in on my mouth. “Not me.”
His fingers moved over my jaw as the tips caressed my lower lip. “No, not you,” he murmured, almost to himself.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
I tried to twist away but he held me in place. His tongue forced its way in, sliding along mine, making me melt. And just like when he forced his cock inside, I couldn’t remember why I’d been fighting it.
“I know you can’t be bought, baby girl. Which is why I’m not trying to buy you…I’m just going to take you.”
He shifted his hips.
I moaned as the head of his cock pushed against my slick entrance. I was sore from the hard pounding he had given me earlier in the tub, but was still wet for him.
I tried to turn my head, breaking his grasp. “Don’t do this, Pierce.”
He thrust.
I cried out as he pushed inside me.
Filling me.
Dominating me.
My body stretched and adjusted to the intrusion of his thick shaft as it pulsed hot, hard, and deep.
I braced for his next thrust, but it didn’t come.
He stilled, placing his forearms on either side of my head, bracketing me. “You can’t win against me. Submit.”
I moaned as my pussy clenched. Squeezing my eyes shut, I knew I should not take the bait…but then we wouldn’t be us…twisted, fucked up us…if I didn’t. “Never. I’ll run. The first chance I get. You’ll never find me.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
His silvery eyes gleamed. “If my asshole brother wasn’t actively trying to kill us both, I honestly would love nothing better than to prove to you how there isn’t a corner on this entire great earth where you would be able to hide from me, my little mouse.”
He ran his nose along my jaw, his warm breath tickling my neck.
“If we had the time I’d show you how much you’d love being mine. How you’d love the chase, almost as much as you’d love being caught. I can see it in your eyes every time I claim this sweet cunt, every time you come apart on my cock. You were born for this. For me. But I don’t have the time to coax you to admit the truth, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.”
Before I could object, his mouth sealed over mine. His tongue swept inside, overtaking all my senses and stealing my breath, again.
I pulled on my wrist restraints as he moved his hand to cup my breast and then twist my nipple, sending a pleasurable shock of pain up my spine. I bit down hard on his lip in response, only releasing when the coppery tang of blood teased the tip of my tongue.
Pierce reared his head back. He swept his tongue over his lower lip to lick the drop of blood I had drawn.
The crack and pop from the logs on the fire mixed with our heavy breathing.
Another loud crack of thunder interrupted the moment, shattering the night. We both turned to face the massive arched Tudor windows across from the bed. A shower of gleaming sparks rose from a nearby oak tree as a bolt of lightning hit it, separating a heavy branch from its trunk mooring. It crashed through the window, sending a shower of glass shards cascading down onto the bed as the wind and rain whipped the gauzy curtains into a frenzy.
I screamed as Pierce wrenched the knot securing my wrists free and wrapped his arms around my middle in one move. He rolled us off the bed, absorbing the impact onto the plush Persian wool carpet with his shoulder.
We were still joined as he rolled one more time until I was once again pinned underneath him in front of the fire. The elemental howling wind, icy rain, and raging fire surrounded us as he heaved his muscled form over me, grasped my right knee, pulled my leg up over his hip, and thrust hard.
My fingernails dug into his chest as my screams vied with the raging storm outside.
Pierce’s hips moved faster, pounding harder and harder into me in counterpoint to the sudden pounding on the bedroom door.
“Sir? Sir? Is everything all right? We heard glass breaking! Sir?”
That we had an audience just on the other side of the door while we rutted like wild animals before a fire only spurred on our frenzied primal coupling.