Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
I pressed the toy to my clit and pressed the on button. The light vibration immediately sent shivers through my body while I thought of Diego with his strong hands running possessively all over me. Goodness, it was as if he was in the room with me right now, touching me, making me scream. I remembered that night like it was yesterday, the way he smoothly ran his hands up and down my skin, making every inch of my body tremble.
I pressed the button again, sending the vibration faster and harder. Damn—I was on edge already. My moan grew louder as I remembered the way he ate me out and how I screamed with pleasure over and over that night. I wanted to know his name—I almost begged him to tell me—but then I would have had to give him my name.
Now, I could shout it throughout my apartment as I came hard. “Diego, Diego,” I shouted. “I’m coming. Oh my God. I’m coming.” My blood pulsed faster than the damn toy, and my orgasm was so intense that I dropped the toy into the tub.
It vibrated loudly against the porcelain, then was muted by the water until it stopped. “Well, I just ruined it.” I fished out my now-broken, happy-ending friend. It didn’t matter; either I’d have to get a new one or something else because my mind was on that man, and that was the only way I’d shake him from my system.
He broke me. For two weeks, he was all I thought about and the only reason I purchased my special plaything in the first place. Now, I was a wet mess and needed another shower to get the sweat off my body. I unplugged the tub and then rinsed out the shower. My bed never looked so good. I barely managed to slip on a T-shirt and panties before climbing into bed and passing out in the darkness.
It was pitch-black when something woke me from my sleep. The only light illuminating the room came from the streetlight peeking through my curtains. I swore I sensed someone in my bedroom. My heart picked up tempo like I’d just run a mile. My sleep was long gone, even though I was certain it was still the middle of the night. I went to move my hand from under my pillow when I froze. It was stuck. Damn, I was tied up. I tugged and tugged, but the restraints were too taut.
“Now don’t go hurting yourself,” a deep voice that I hadn’t forgotten mocked me now.
“Ahh,” I screamed, tugging harder at the bindings.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t scream. Then again, I might enjoy it if you do.”
“You bastard. I thought you said you’d never hurt me,” I spat out, staring at those gorgeous gray eyes that seemed to have darkened with heat and anger. They reminded me of when he challenged the bartender. He smirked in the darkness, white teeth smiling with intent. His body bracketed over me, trapping me in as he stared down at me. I had no idea what he wanted, but my body reacted like it had on New Year’s.
“Well, that’s before you snuck out like a little thief in the night, using codes you shouldn’t have known, but now I figured out how you got them.” He leaned back, straddling me, and then a shiny glint of steel moved across his face. The cool edge of the blade caressed my skin.
“Careful, my sweet nothing. You don’t want to damage this precious skin,” Diego whispered.
“Why would you care?”
“Why would I care? I seemed to care a great deal about pleasing this luxurious, smooth, creamy flesh as I watched it turn pink and then red before I covered it in sweat and cum two weeks ago.”
“Fuck,” I stammered out as my body betrayed me. “What do you want?”
“You.” He flicked the blade under my cotton T-shirt, and with a quick motion, the material was torn in half.
“Oh my God. You didn’t just do that.”
“I did.” Even through the darkened room, his proud, smug smile was hard to miss.
“You’re unhinged.”
He shrugged and ran his hand up my side and then over my chest to my throat, where he held it, giving it a good squeeze. Leaning down, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and hunger, he said, “Whose fault is that? You stole my sanity, ladróna.”
“I couldn’t steal something you never possessed.” He growled and removed his hand from my throat and slid it into my hair, tugging on it forcefully.
“Don’t test me, my little thief in the night.” He bit down on my bottom lip; the slight sting shot straight through me, but I had to clarify things between us.
“I promised you only the one night,” I reminded him as I rolled my hip up and to the side, trying to flip him off, but the wicked grin on his face only darkened, and his hips pressed harder on mine.