Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 123575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Halfway there.” I slip my fingers between her thighs, finding her slick and swollen. “Still think this is just physical?”
“No,” she admits shakily, hips pushing back against my hand.
I slide one finger inside her, feeling her tight heat clench around me. “Tell me what you want, Lilian. Be honest.”
“More,” she gasps as I add a second finger, stretching her gently.
“More what? More punishment?” I bring my palm down again on her reddened flesh. “More pleasure?” My fingers curl inside her, finding the spot that makes her moan. “You need to be specific.”
She writhes against my hand, caught between the sharp sting of my palm and the pleasure building between her thighs. “Both. Please. I need—”
Another smack cuts off her words, followed immediately by my fingers pressing deeper inside her. The combination pulls a broken sob from her throat.
“That’s it,” I encourage, establishing a rhythm of pleasure-pain that has her trembling on the edge. “No more lying. No more pretending. Just honest need.”
Her body quivers across my lap, caught in the merciless rhythm I’ve established. Each smack of my hand against her ass is immediately followed by the curl of my fingers inside her, pain and pleasure intertwined until she can no longer distinguish between them.
“Please,” she gasps, the word muffled against the bedding.
“Please what?” I deliver another firm strike, watching the pink handprint bloom on her perfect skin. “Use your words, Lilian. Tell me exactly what you’re begging for.”
Her hips push back against my hand shamelessly now, all pretense of reluctance gone. “Please let me come. I need—I can’t—”
“Not yet.” I slow my fingers, keeping her on the edge. “First, admit why you went downstairs.”
She whimpers as I withdraw almost completely, leaving just the tips of my fingers teasing her entrance. “I wanted to see him.”
“And?”
“And I... I wanted to help him.”
“Not good enough.” Another sharp smack makes her cry out. “The truth, Lilian. All of it.”
Her body trembles, hovering on the precipice of release but unable to fall. “I wanted to see if I still felt the same about him,” she finally confesses, voice breaking. “After being with you. After feeling...this.”
The admission sends heat surging through my blood. “And do you? Feel the same?”
“No.” The word sounds torn from her throat. “It’s different now. Everything’s different.”
I reward her honesty by pressing my fingers deep again, thumb circling her clit with precise pressure. “What else?”
“I won’t—” Her breath catches as I find that perfect spot inside her. “I won’t disobey you again. I promise.”
“You will,” I correct her, delivering one final smack to her tender flesh. “But next time, you’ll accept your punishment more gracefully, won’t you?”
“Yes,” she sobs, beyond pride now. “Anything. Please, Arson. Please let me come.”
The sound of my name on her lips, broken and desperate, nearly undoes me. This is what I wanted—not the passive sacrifice she offered earlier, but this raw, honest need.
“Come for me,” I command, fingers working relentlessly inside her, palm pressing against her sensitized skin. “Show me how much you need this.”
She shatters instantly, body convulsing around my fingers as a broken cry tears from her throat. I work her through it, prolonging each wave until she’s gasping for breath, limbs trembling with aftershocks. Only when she goes limp across my lap do I gently withdraw my fingers, savoring her whimper at the loss.
With careful hands, I rearrange her on the bed, watching her face as she slowly returns to herself. Her eyes, when they finally open, hold something new—wonder mixed with confusion, desire tangled with fear.
“That,” I tell her softly, brushing damp hair from her flushed face, “is the difference between enduring and begging. Remember it.”
She nods, unable to form words yet. I’ve finally found a way to silence that clever Hayes mind—to make her feel instead of think.
“Rest,” I murmur, pulling a blanket over her naked form. “Tomorrow, we’ll discuss exactly what your stepbrother’s freedom is going to cost you.”
As I watch her drift into exhausted sleep, I wonder which of us is truly being captured. And why I need her to admit it’s me she wants more than him.
Aries
Six steps forward, six steps back. The pacing doesn’t help, but it’s all I can do to stop myself from screaming. The image of Lilian in my brother’s arms, his hands on her, her body responding—it burns behind my eyelids every time I blink.
I stop my pacing, head tilting to listen for the familiar sounds of Arson moving around upstairs. Music playing faintly. Water running through pipes. The creaking of floorboards that tells me he’s in his bedroom.
With her.
My stomach clenches.
What is he doing to her right now? What has he already done?
The thought drives me to the corner of my cell where the concrete meets metal framing. To the small section of wall I’ve been working on for weeks.
I glance at the security camera in the corner. It’s still on its timed sweep, just like every night. Thirty seconds facing my bunk, thirty seconds facing the toilet, thirty seconds facing the door. Which leaves a minute and thirty seconds where this corner isn’t invisible.