Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
His mouth is against my ear. “You ever beg, Rosalie?”
“No,” I hiss, heat flushing from my breasts to my face, no doubt warming his lips.
“That’s gonna change.” He murmurs something else, something I can’t grasp. A low rumble in Russian that sounds like a vow. A dangerous one.
Helplessness, especially with a man, is something I’ve never felt. Never allowed myself to feel. A status that had more than one former boyfriend calling me cold and unfeeling. So much for that brand. Freeing my hand from his thigh, I clamp onto his arm, feeling the tendons shift as he works his magically dangerous fingers inside me. “Stop or I’ll scream.” My panting might negate the order some.
He bites into my earlobe.
I jolt, my body flushing cold and then hot. Toes to head. “That hurt,” I whisper, trying to clamp my legs together.
“Good.” He continues stroking me, his broad hand staying firmly in place.
I’m climbing the crest too fast and can’t stop. No way can I let him win this. So I suck in air, and that unique and deadly smell of drilling rain into motor oil fills my senses. Sexy and primitive. I yank on his hand. “Stop,” I hiss.
His fingers slide out of me, and my pussy tries to follow them. She has to get a fucking grip. Not on him. On reality.
Then, as if he’s choreographed the move a million times, he shifts, slides one knee against my thigh, and shoves it to the side. Then he moves down me, faster than I can grasp, and his teeth sink into the top of my pubic area.
I squeal and freeze in place, slapping a hand over my mouth. The last thing in the world I want is for one of my boarders to run in here. My body trembles.
“You should’ve just let me play.” His breath is an inferno against my abused and very bare skin. I swim a lot, so I pretty much wax everything. I’m regretting that right now. Well, kind of. “Now you’re going to obey.”
The word takes a second to penetrate. The moment it does, I shove against his shoulders with both legs.
He bites me again, this time a little lower. Pain and an electric pleasure zip up to my breasts.
I blink wildly, staring up at the ceiling.
“Spread your legs, Rosalie. Now, or I’m biting lower.”
The words come from far away. Electricity uncoils inside me, deep. I press my lips together so tightly my jaw aches, but I won’t beg.
His teeth latch onto my clit.
I yelp and spread both legs before he can bite, holding my breath.
“Good girl.” A low hum of pleasure rumbles from his mouth as he sucks my clit into his mouth with just enough pressure to have me seeing stars. He slides two fingers, then three, into me, forcing my clit up into his mouth more.
I’m swollen in his heated mouth, my body strung tight, right on the edge. One tear leaks out of my eye. A tear of need or fury, I’m not sure. I know this is wrong. Also, I know I’m about to have the best orgasm of my life.
Then I’ll have to kill him. There’s no other option.
The thought cheers me finally.
He releases my clit and rests his chin on my cleft. “Why are you smiling?”
I lose the grin and look down at him. “I’m plotting your death,” I pant.
One of his dark eyebrows rises. His fingers slide out of me.
This is good. I want him to stop. But I don’t. Not at all. As I’m struggling to find a thought, he flips me onto my stomach and smacks my ass five times.
Hard.
Then he turns me back over and roughly shoves all three fingers inside me again.
I gasp and arch against him, an erotic pain burning through me from both sides. What just happened? He hit me hard enough that I’ll wear his palm print for days. Even now, the burning cascades across my butt. My desire spirals even higher. The need is so great it hurts. Deep.
“Insolence and disrespect will be handled swiftly.” His black eyes hold the fires of hell. I just know it.
Then he dips his head and sucks my clit into his mouth, lashing me with his tongue.
I make an embarrassing sound deep in my throat and throw my head back on my pillow, colors flashing behind my closed eyelids. So many sensations bombard me that I can’t breathe. Don’t care to try.
His mouth releases me. “Say please, Rosie.”
Pride and a battered instinct for self-preservation battle with this unreal craving. Pride always wins with me. “Fuck you.”
The hard smack he delivers to my clit has my body bucking. Pain . . . then pleasure. “Try again.”
I can’t take another one of those. I just can’t. “Please.”
“Good girl.” He smacks me again for good measure, just to show he can.