Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"Take your hands off of me. I will never be the good little pet you want. I will always run from you. Nothing will change that. I will always fight you." Venom dripped from my words, and I meant every one of them.
His eyes darkened as he looked down at me, holding his body against mine. The slate gray of his irises nearly disappeared as his pupils dilated with hunger.
"That's not what you said last night," he taunted.
Shame burned my cheeks as his hard cock pressed into my lower stomach and I knew. I just knew that was exactly what he wanted.
This sadistic son of a bitch wanted me to fight.
Artem wanted to prove that he was bigger than me, stronger than me, and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop him. That shouldn't have turned me on as much as it did. What was wrong with me that my body craved him, ached at the idea of his claiming me?
"I'm not your pet," I said between clenched teeth.
"My pet?" he taunted. "Now there's an idea. You'd look so beautiful with a collar around your neck. Forced to obey my commands at the end of a leash."
He gripped my throat with one hand, running his thumb across the underside of my chin, tilting my face so I looked up into his eyes. The calluses on his fingertips brushed against my skin, a reminder of the violence those hands were capable of.
I stared back at him with rage in my eyes. My jaw clenched in determination as I ignored the wet heat between my thighs.
"This is your last chance to behave, princess." He leaned in to whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, sending goose bumps racing down my neck. "I'm starting to think I was right, you like being punished."
"Fuck you," I said, closing my eyes. There was no way to hide my desire in them, and I refused to give him the satisfaction.
"Oh, someone is definitely getting fucked," he said with a dark laugh.
Artem picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, the sudden movement forcing the air from my lungs.
"Put me down," I screamed and kicked wildly, hoping to nail him in the gut or the balls or something. I didn't care where.
He slapped my ass hard enough that between the sharp sting and the way his shoulder dug into my stomach, I couldn't catch my breath. Not until he dropped me in the middle of an enormous bed covered only in black silk sheets.
I tried to scramble away, but he pinned me down. His hand grabbed my throat as he straddled me, pushing his weight down on my hips, keeping me pinned to the bed. The silk sheets slid beneath me, cool against my heated skin.
"This wasn't how I wanted this to happen," he said as he pulled his belt from his pants with the now unmistakable whoosh of Italian leather sliding against a fine woolen suit. "But I'm still going to enjoy putting you in your place."
"My place isn't for you to determine," I said, still fighting him with everything I had.
There was no possibility I could ever win, but I refused to give up. I refused to go quietly. If he wanted me, if he was going to keep me in this cage, I was going to make it a living hell for him.
It didn't matter how much I enjoyed the way he fucked me; it didn't matter that every time he touched me, my blood roared in my ears and it became harder to breathe.
He still didn't get to make these choices for me.
Just because I wanted him didn't mean I was going to make this easy for him.
He grabbed my wrists in one hand and looped his belt around them, pulling it tight then securing it to the metal bed frame. The leather bit into my skin, not enough to break it, but enough to remind me that I was trapped.
Instinctively, my fingers wrapped around it and I tried to pull, but it wasn't going anywhere, and I couldn't loosen it around my wrists.
Artem moved back on the bed, getting off of me to look at his handiwork. He ran his thumb over his lips as he smirked down at me. I had never wanted to hit someone in the face more in my life.
"You look good like this, like a wild animal trapped, fighting the inevitable.”
He ran his hands down my body, over my clothes, cupping my breasts for a moment before sliding down to the waist of my pants, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
My blouse surrendered to his tug, the tucked-in hem pulling free of my pants, the delicate fabric no match against his grip as he easily ripped it in half, exposing my body to him and the cool air of the room.