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)
It’s amazing. It’s wonderful. I urge him to go faster. The only thing that matters right now is that orgasm that’s looming so close. More importantly, he asked and I gave consent. How could I not? He pulls out again and I protest, but his fingers are at my clit, plucking and playing.
Wind whistles and then I hear the sharp crack of leather flat against my ass. I hear the sound before I feel the pain. It rushes through me with heat, and I cry out, partially rising but still gyrating against his talented fingers. In the back of my shocked brain, I realize that pain and pleasure can mingle. I would’ve bet against that fact, and I would’ve lost. I shouldn’t like this . . . but I do.
He hits me again. The sound is deafening. “Alexei,” I whisper brokenly.
He doesn’t stop. His fingers keep playing, and I ride them wildly. I’m so close to an orgasm that waves are starting, and he hits me again in rapid succession. One, two, three more times.
“Don’t ever challenge me again in front of a room full of killers,” he whispers, his tone low and dangerous, heating my ear.
Fair enough. The belt warms my ass in a way that can’t be healthy. Pain careens through me. Then all I can feel is his fingers and the pain and the heat and the fire as it spreads through my lower half, even up to my breasts. This is insane.
He hits me again, and I take it, almost rising for it this time. What is happening? I want more. Right or wrong . . . and I’m afraid he knows it. His fingers slow.
“No,” I gasp.
Three more hits in rapid succession and I cry out from each one. His fingers stop and I push back against him.
One of his arms bands around my waist and the other holds my neck. He hammers into me fast and deep. I hold on, pain echoing across my butt through my entire pussy to right where we meet, right where I need him.
This is too much. I can’t think of anything. My brain is completely gone. He hammers harder and harder, and finally I explode, shrieking his name. The orgasm lasts forever, prolonged by the heated marks on my butt. He jerks hard inside me with his own climax, and we both come down panting.
Tears slide from my eyes, and I wipe them slowly away. He leans back and my legs fall to the floor. My skirt is still up around my waist, and my bra and shirt are shredded, leaving me bare to him. Taken.
I focus on the belt he tossed back on the barrel and blink, trying to return to reality. My legs trembling, I stand and turn to face him, my knees wobbling.
He slowly tucks in his shirt, pulls up his pants and zips them.
In a daze, I turn to look at the closed door. Reality hits me harder than a wet brick. There is no way everybody out there didn’t hear everything. Heat flames into my face, but I can’t move.
He looks at me, tall and powerful. Devastatingly in control. “Do we have an understanding?”
I can’t move. He did that on purpose.
There’s even a bite mark on his neck from me. I shake my head, mortified. My body’s still somehow on fire. My temper tries to make an appearance, but the humiliation is too strong. Even my glare feels submissive. “What was that? Another claiming?” I want to sound snappy, but my voice is hoarse.
He smiles and the sight is nowhere near kind. “No, baby. That was a taming.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
Alexei
I adjust my shirt before walking out of the storage room, and note my men in groups with somebody taking notes. It’s good to see everybody working together.
A young foot soldier named Jerry looks up at me with a shit-eating grin. “That was something,” he says. “When’s my turn?”
The air instantly sharpens with cold. I cock my head. “What did you say?”
His smile wavers.
“That’s what I thought.” I manacle him by the back of the neck and rip him from the chair. I slam his face down on the table so fast, I hear a couple of gasps, and then I do it about eight more times, watching different teeth roll out of his mouth. He tries to hit back, and I slam him so hard he goes limp. I give him a couple more good whacks for measure and then throw him onto the ground where he bleeds onto the dirty floor.
I look around at everybody watching me. “Does anybody else have anything disrespectful to say about Rosalie Mooncrest?”
A younger guy finishes chomping ice next to me. For good measure, I punch him in the face. His chair tips over and he falls flat, grabbing his nose and rolling to the side. “From now on, no chewing ice, gum, or anything crunchy. Ever and especially if Rosalie is around. Period. Got it?” I say quietly.