Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“Because I’ve got a wager to win.” He couldn’t have been more smug than if he caught the canary too. “You’ve clearly laid out how much I’ve got to lose. Forgive me for hedging my bet.”
“Screw you,” I spat. I wasn’t into being tied up— I wasn’t! But for some reason, I was getting worked up picturing how I looked trussed up and ready to be served as the main sexual delicacy. What kind of psycho potion is this?! How am I getting aroused by imagining myself aroused!
“Let me out of this right now,” I ordered, breathing hard. “And I don’t know if demons pray to gods, but you’d better start! Because if the next thing in your hands isn’t an antidote, I’m kicking your ass!”
Ronin laughed heartily. “Any pain you inflict on me will be returned to you hundredfold. Didn’t this morning teach you that?”
I gritted my teeth, fuming at my lack of a comeback. I did remember that morning, and I never wanted to feel that pain again.
“But lucky for you it won’t come to that because my hands are the antidote.” A light teasing finger tickled my ankle, and I came.
That was it. One touch and—
“Ahhh! Ah!” Shudders wracked and crashed through my body, exploding that pooled heat like a match tossed in gasoline. But instead of calming my desire, the fires grew and spread to every corner of my body—daring someone to put them out.
“The only way to soothe this beast is to feed it.” Ronin’s voice reached me through the fog. “Oh, and that was just a freebie. The clock starts now.”
“Starts now, my ass!” I was still jerking and twitching from that freebie. “Don’t you dare touch me, Belphe, you asshole! I can’t believe you drugged me and called it a gift!”
He clicked his tongue. “You’re so defiant for a pet. Even more so for a bond who lives at my mercy. You presume to mar the face of sloth, blackmail me, and set in motion a coup that will upend the balance of hell, but you dare to speak as though I’ve betrayed you?” A hard, brutal kiss ravaged my lips and ate my moans.
I came again.
“Now shut up and take your punishment,” he growled, “while I claim my win.”
“Please,” I begged as he climbed on top of me. “This is too much, Ronin. This isn’t normal. How do you even know that drug is safe for mortals? What if—”
“Shhh...” Ronin reached down and stroked my cheek. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you now.”
I gawped at him, straight stunned. What kind of overconfidence did a man need to have to deliver a line like that with no shame or irony?
Ronin started stripping, slowly peeling each layer off his body, and revealing inch by inch of his hard, muscled flesh. That was all he was doing, and I was already prickling like a million butterflies were fluttering beneath my skin—readying to take flight the minute he ignited another screaming orgasm.
“Listen,” I tried, forcing a laugh. I tried not to make it obvious I was yanking harder on my wrist and ankle binds. “I know you’re not pleased about the embarrassing pictures thing. Or that you’re ending your day with five fiancées you didn’t propose to, but I think you need to calm down and talk—”
Ronin tore his pants clean off his body.
Responses didn’t get clearer than that. “Calm” and “rational discussion” were a few other words that weren’t in his vocabulary right then.
Ronin slammed his hands down on either side of my head, penning me in even more effectively than my restraints. He plastered against me, molding my heated body to his.
I blushed as he stuck his face against my neck and breathed me in deep, exhaling a long, soft moaning breath as if he just inhaled the ambrosia of the gods.
“Ronin, stop, p-please,” I gasped, knocking my knees together. I held my orgasm down by sheer force of will. “I don’t want to—to do it like this. Not while drugged.”
“You didn’t care about doing this while under the vampire’s drug.”
My reply clogged in my throat. How could he possibly know the accusations I hurled at Santino when the two of us were alone in his bedroom?
“So what’s the difference, pet?” He tugged sharply on my hair, snapping my chin up and ripping free a cry. Or was it a moan? “Why are there different rules for him and different rules for me? Why can he drug you and suck your blood and pussy dry? Why can the leech offer you up to his vampire brethren, and then dangle his protection as a shield to the danger he created, but when I do the same you look at me like I’m”—his ruby orbs swallowed me—“a demon.”
“I... That’s...”
“I’m getting quite tired of your hypocrisy, Charlotte. I’m starting to think the real prejudiced bigot with a preference for one species over the other is you.”