Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
He walks toward the door.
“Wait,” I say, reaching out for him.
He pauses, but he doesn’t face me.
“Don’t you want to watch me open your gift? At least, I assume that’s for me?”
“It is,” he says stiffly.
“Then stay. If you want to see my reaction.”
This is all part of my plan. I try to convince myself of that as I take the wrapped gift from the bag. The gift wrap has small jewelry pictures on it: necklaces, earrings, rings, bracelets. My breath catches… and then, when I peel away the wrapping and see what the gift is, a tear slides down my cheek.
It’s a signed set of The Thornbound Oath book series, all eight titles, first editions in immaculate condition.
“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
He watches me with a confused, conflicted expression. “Then why do you sound angry?”
“Do I?”
Suddenly, he’s close to me again, his heat washing over me. “Yes, you do.”
“I don’t mean to be – thank you.”
If I accept this, am I condoning what he’s done? Am I telling him I’m done fighting to earn my freedom?
“What are you thinking about?” he demands.
“Just… how sweet it is.”
He darts his hands out, grabs onto my hips. I let out a trembling sigh that sounds more like a moan. My head feels light from the intimacy. My body responds far too quickly, too enthusiastically.
“Tell the truth,” he says sternly.
“Stop bossing me around.”
“Stop pretending you don’t like it.”
“I don’t,” I murmur, but my voice is weak with falsehood.
“This is the book series you mentioned,” he says.
“I just told you it’s the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. What more do you need?”
“For you to stop looking at me like I’m a monster. Or, if I am a monster, for you to stop pretending you want me to be an angel.” He sinks his touch into my hips, pulling me against him. “You want to pretend you’re tricking me – or that you’re here against your will – or that I’m the bad guy… the truth, Keepsake? You fucking want this as badly as I do.”
He spins me around so that I’m facing away from him, then drives his stiff steel against my ass. I gasp and grind against him, his tension caressing me. He’s different than he’s been before. After the run-in with Mason, it’s like something has awoken inside of him, a feral shade of hunger.
He slips his hand around to my shorts, then roughly pulls them down with my underwear, leaving them tangled around my knees.
Stop, I attempt to say, but not very hard. Slickness slides down my legs, tickling me as my need rises like a crescendo.
“You want your Warden to take control,” he snarls, gently pushing against my upper back so that I’m bent over.
I grip the edge of the couch, my head light with lust and emotion. How can this man, this beast, be the same person who gave me such a thoughtful gift?
“I’ll prove it.”
He spanks my ass. When I moan, he growls, “You can pretend, Keepsake, to me, to yourself, but your horny, perfect lust can’t lie.”
He spanks me again.
CHAPTER 13
DOM
I’ve lost my mind. Anger turns to desire, rage to lust, as I stare down at the thick round globes of her juicy ass. My tip inflamed, pushing against my zipper like it’s trying to explode.
Her ass ripples when I spank her a third time. She moans, looking at me over her shoulder, complicatedly complicit, indulging in her illicit need, lying to herself, claiming she doesn’t desire it.
“You’re moaning every. Fucking. Time.”
I spank her twice more, staring in awe at the juices sliding down her thighs. Her pussy flutters for me, her pinkness beckoning, her nub swollen as if desperate for my touch, her folds looking ready to be lavished with attention.
“You’re not in charge.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
I bring my finger to her mouth. “Suck – now.”
She whimpers like she’s going to say no, but then her lust takes over and she sucks on my finger, bobbing her head. I pull my finger free and bring it to her naked pussy, pushing against her, feeling her inexperienced tightness wrapping around me.
My cock pulses as I imagine her wrapped around my dick, her pussy slipping all the way to my base. She gasps, pressing against the couch so that she can push back against my finger.
“You want to…” Her moans make my balls swell. “Keep me here…” she gasps as I push deeper inside of her. “As your plaything.”
“Maybe I do,” I snarl, fucking her pussy faster with my finger, her body making seductive wet noises. “I own you. I’m in charge. No more games – no more manipulation. This is the real you, Evie. Bent over for me. Getting ready for my cock.”
She collapses onto the couch, then spins and jumps to her feet, grabbing my suit jacket and pulling it off. She tears at my shirt next, buttons popping. She rips off my shirt before she stops, staring wide-eyed at the scars crisscrossing my chest and shoulders, shrapnel, knives, and one bullet hole.