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)
The simple but incredibly masculine, dominating act sent a thrill through me I couldn't ignore. My nipples hardened beneath my bra, betraying me.
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a knife, and flicked it open. It was only a few inches long but looked wickedly sharp as it shone under the light the metal surface caught and reflected.
"I should punish you," he said.
He ran the blade from my collarbone down over the swell of my breast. I could feel how sharp it was, but he didn't cut me. I knew he wasn't going to.
That wasn't his game. He wasn't going to hurt me; he was trying to scare me into submission. There was no way Artem would really hurt me. He wanted to keep me too badly. No one wanted to play with a scarred doll.
I wasn't going to give in that easily.
"What's wrong, baby?" I taunted. "The only way you can get a woman in your bed is to tie her there?"
He huffed out a quick laugh before running the sharp point down my sternum to the middle of my bra and then with one quick clean slice cut through the stretched lace.
The bra cups fell to the sides, exposing my breasts, allowing him to run the flat of the blade over my bare nipple, the edge pressing into my skin.
There was no danger of me being cut, but the proximity of the sharp edge was still an illicit thrill; the icy coldness of the metal against my heated flesh still sent shivers through me.
That cocky bastard knew it, too. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I could glare at him all I wanted. I could swear at him, call him names and degrade him, but it didn't change the way my body responded to him.
He could see the way my nipples hardened at his gaze, my pale complexion blushed pink at his touch. Hell, I bet he could even feel my heart race whenever he brushed my skin.
"You are so perfect," he said, more to himself than to me. "You look like an angel sent to deliver me from my torment, but you fight me like the devil herself. There could never be a more perfect woman for me."
"Maybe you should try finding one that is happy to be in your bed," I growled, yanking at my binding, bucking my hips from side to side, trying to toss him off.
"Why would I want a woman who is simply happy or content to fuck me when I can have one that gets off on fighting me?"
How did he see right through me so clearly? It was infuriating.
"I don't—" I argued with him, but he put his hands on my hips above the sleek black slacks I was wearing.
"There's no reason to lie to me. We both know your cunt is hot and dripping for me."
I fought harder to push him off of me and to my shock, he willingly got up.
Only to grab my ankles and flip me over onto my front. One smooth move that had me airborne for a moment, then landing back on the bed, flipped over.
Immediately I got my knees under myself and tried to crawl up the bed to get free. Artem grabbed the back of my pants and ripped them from me, tossing the shredded fabric away.
His hand landed on my shoulder and stopped me from crawling further up the bed. His hot body covered mine as he leaned over and whispered in my ear again.
"I'm going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours until you scream my name and I fill you with my hot come. Or you can keep misbehaving, and I'll grab another belt to whip your perfect ass and pretty little cunt before I fuck your ass again. I might even leave a few stripes across your breasts before I'm done. The choice is yours, princess. Be my good little girl, or my bad little girl. Either way, you are mine."
A rush of heat ran through me and for a second, I considered fighting him just to see if he'd do it. Getting spanked with his belt hurt a lot and I still had bruises that hadn't completely faded, but every lick of fire from his belt made the pleasure he gave me so much better.
I wasn't ready for him to take my ass again, not yet. But what did it mean if I just gave in? Did that mean he won? Did it mean that I was consenting to his heavy-handed dictatorship over my life?
I didn't know what I wanted, but there was no time to decide.
My hesitation must have been the answer he was looking for. Artem placed his hand on my back and pressed my shoulders down, so that my back arched, and my thighs spread for him.