Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
That was when I saw the faint ridge of the contacts in his eyes. The other night when I’d come into his bed it had been too dark, but the following morning after he’d pulled me from the balcony, I’d seen his true eye color.
I’d just been too terrified at that time to realize it.
“Are you nervous?” he whispered. “Don’t be.”
And then he took over, undoing his belt and his pants, letting them fall to the floor so he could step out of them. My eyes squeezed shut when he set his greedy hands on my body, caressing and touching and searching for the zipper at my back.
I eased back from him and shook my head. “I want to leave it on a little longer.”
A displeased line formed between his eyebrows but vanished as a new emotion took hold. “You want me to fuck you in your wedding dress?” His expression became pure sin. “We can do that too.”
I swallowed my disgust, put my hands on his shoulders, and shoved him back to take a seat on the side of the bed. I probably used too much force, but he didn’t seem to mind. A chuckle rumbled from his chest. He liked the aggression.
His gaze fell to the ribbons of silk clenched in my fist. “Not too tight,” he said. “Those ties are expensive.”
I nodded. Satisfied, Ryan moved, sliding up the bed until his back was against the headboard. He was calm, comfortable as he offered one of his wrists to me, while my heart chugged along like a runaway train. I knotted one end of a tie around his wrist, then looped the other around the bedpost, jerking it closed with the most secure knot I could manage.
“Where are you going?” he asked, half teasing, half serious when I began to move. I didn’t answer. I marched around the end of the bed and to the other side, reaching for his unbound wrist.
“No.” He pulled his free hand away and suspicion clouded his eyes. “One is enough.”
It took every ounce of control I possessed to continue the performance, especially since this would be the hardest part. I gathered my skirt into my hands, lifting it out of my way so I could climb into his lap.
His eyes widened then hooded with lust at this action. His unbound hand grasped my waist, pulling me down and pressing us together. With only our underwear in the way, I could feel every fucking inch of him, and the shudder that rolled through me was unstoppable.
Thankfully, he thought it was pleasure.
As I recovered, I took in air through small sips and willed my heart to slow down. “Please?” I begged. “I want this.”
There was absolutely no lie in the words, and he could sense it, but I had to make sure. Had to convince him this was a good idea, and he wasn’t stupid if he allowed it.
I placed a hand delicately on his bare chest, leaned in, and pressed my mouth to his. It was the first time I’d kissed him by choice, and—oh, how he liked that.
His lips moved against mine, patient at first, and then eager to be in charge. He kissed me like he might actually love me, and for one fleeting moment, I almost felt sorry for him. But then the intensity of the kiss grew, driving his hand up my side. It slid over my chest, and he gripped me through my dress. I inhaled sharply through my nose but didn’t dare break the kiss.
I used the power of it to curl my fingers around his wrist and pin it to the bedpost.
“All right,” he whispered against my lips.
Thank fuck. He continued to mouth irritating kisses against the side of my neck as I focused on getting his wrist secured with another tie. I slipped the knot closed so tightly, he grunted with discomfort, and the sound was deeply satisfying.
I sat upright on him, staring down at the man who had taken so much from me.
“Do you feel in control?” he asked.
“Yes.” I pulled the gun from the nightstand, warming the cold metal with the palm of my hand.
There wasn’t a hint of danger in his voice. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making myself feel safe.”
“I’m tied up, I can’t do anything to you.”
“No. You can’t.” The bed didn’t make a sound as I climbed off him and doublechecked the knots, pulling them tighter. “There’s that word you don’t like, Frey. No.”
He jolted with surprise, then his expression turned dark. “I don’t need my hands to be in control, Lau—”
“Shut up.” I grabbed more ties, wadded one up, and shoved it in his mouth, taking more satisfaction from the gagging noise he made. I looped another over his mouth and secured it behind his head to keep the gag in place.