Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
The moment they entered the house, he turned, lifted her and pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out softly when his mouth found her breast. Simultaneously, he rocked his hard cock against her pussy. Her body shuddered. Trembled.
“Feed me your breast, do it now.” He growled out the command, wanting her aching. Out of her mind with need. Wanting her to see him without any mask. They both needed it.
She freed a breast, guiding it toward his mouth, and he latched on, sucking her nipple between his teeth. “Don’t you fucking run away from me. That’s what you were doing, wasn’t it?” He bit down just a little harder. A warning. A need.
Lyric cried out from the pain of the bite, something she rarely did. He blew on her nipple and then flicked it with his tongue. Abruptly, he shifted her, tossing her easily over his shoulder. He carried her through the house to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Something she saw on his face, in his eyes, alerted her to the danger she was in.
Lyric bounced up, trying to come to her feet, but Keys wasn’t having any of it. He straddled her, pushing her down, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
“You know I like the chase, baby, but you don’t always like the consequences, at least not right away. Eventually, you will, but I get to have my fun first. And we’re going for a few lessons today.”
“I don’t need any more of your lessons,” she protested.
He leaned forward, ignoring the way she tried to jerk her wrists free of his grip. “Baby,” he reprimanded softly. Gently. His breath fanned her lips deliberately. Her stomach muscles bunched beneath her shirt. He caught her mouth in a gentle, tender kiss, one he meant, but it would be the last she’d get of that kind for a long while. Briefly, he rested his forehead against hers. “I love that you’re mine, Lyric. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful it hurts sometimes.”
He reached down to the side of the bed. “You need to learn to trust me, Wildfire.” He wrapped a velvet-lined cuff around her wrist. She tried to pull away, fear creeping into her eyes.
She jerked at her arm and tried again, kicking at him, trying to buck him off. He gave her a small evil grin and straddled her fully. “Told you, baby, you have a few lessons today. We talked about this.”
He clicked another velvet cuff around her other wrist. She began to struggle. He locked the end of each cuff to the headboard, drawing her arms above her head.
“Let me go, Keys. This isn’t funny.” She kicked at him and tried to buck him off like a wild mustang.
Keys laughed and slid off the bed, catching one of her legs in his steely grip. He used another cuff on her ankle, spread her legs wide and cuffed her other ankle.
“Keys, you know I’m afraid of cuffs.”
He shrugged. “Shouldn’t matter if I’m the one putting them on you. You fucking trust me to see to you.”
Her eyes tracked him across the room as he went to the dresser. Now he had her complete attention. She didn’t look away, her small teeth biting into her lower lip. He removed the scissors from the little kit she kept here.
Her eyes widened. “What are you going to do?”
Keys knelt between her spread legs, stroking her inner thigh with his palm. “I can feel your heat, baby. You might be afraid, but you want this.” He opened her jeans and tugged them over her hips, exposing the thin fabric of her panties. She shook her head, her eyes narrowing as he began to cut along each leg, destroying her jeans.
“Are you crazy? Those scissors aren’t meant for fabric.”
“Your scissors weren’t meant to kill either, but we used them, didn’t we?” He continued cutting, taking her shirt next, exposing her small, perfectly shaped breasts. “This is a much more enjoyable use for them.”
Her panties and bra were next. Keys took his time, cutting carefully, noting that she sucked in her breath as if she feared he might slice her skin.
“Have a little faith, woman.” He gave her another evil grin. “I’m damn good with a knife. I think I can manage your scissors. I like your skin the way it is.”
He tossed the scraps onto the floor and leaned over her, licking his way up her inner thigh, right up to her fiery mound. He loved the scent of her, the way her body called to his. She squirmed, but her pussy was slick and hot, a temptation he needed to indulge in.
“I really don’t like my arms tied, Keys,” she said.
Deliberately, he dipped his fingers into her slick heat, collecting the moisture and bringing his hand to her mouth.