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)
I choked, indignation welling up in me hot and fast. “That is not true! And it’s not the s-same!” My voice cracked, breath hitching at the seeking, stroking hand climbing my thigh. “I reject you because you’re an asshole! An asshole who dragged my sister into all of this! While Radu is—well, he is—” I was quickly losing steam. “Okay, he’s an asshole too, but that’s not the p-point.”
Damn that hand! I shivered under Ronin’s ministrations. Why is it still going higher even while I’m chewing him out?
“Radu is not the point,” I plowed on. “I don’t have to be fair about this. I’m not hiring people to work in a factory. This is my body and I decide who—”
“No, it’s not.” Three simple, murmured words shut me down better than a shout. “It’s my body. Didn’t you know?” His smirk chilled me to the core. “My name’s on it.”
My chest heaved, pushing against him. How could anyone be like this? How could they be so awful, so ridiculous, so pigheaded, and so sexy? Why was it that, even now, all I wanted was for my own runaway mouth to shut the hell up... so he’d keep going?
His lips crashed on mine, answering the thought that never got a chance to leave my lips.
But a heated moan sure did. I couldn’t help it. His fingers had ended their travels, and found their destination between my legs.
Human-on-demon glaring eyes burned each other even as our mouths danced a different tune.
“Agh,” I cried, eyes rolling as two fingers pushed past my folds, burying deep to the knuckles.
That orgasm I was holding back was howling at the gate, shrieking and rattling the iron bars like a wild animal. She wanted loose. She wanted freedom to wreck me as she would.
My cry choked on a groan, caught in my throat as he closed over my nipple. His tongue teased and tortured the little nub to a hardened pebble, standing it to attention, then punishing its wantonness. Sharp canines scraped the delicate flesh—shooting equal parts pain and pleasure straight to my lower belly, and loosening the chains on the gate.
I snapped up, balancing on clasped hands and the heels of my feet as the next orgasm shredded me to bits.
Smirking like a jackass, Ronin winked at me as he said, “And that’s three.”
I flopped back down—limp and weak like an overcooked noodle, legs clamping on him. “Ronin... please...”
It was too much. My mind was melting. My body was on fire. No one could handle this kind of sensory overload without it resulting in a lobotomy.
“Stop,” I cried. “I can’t take it. It’s too much... give me the antidote.”
“I told you...” Ronin pushed his fingers in deeper still, then spread them wide. “Your antidote is right here.”
“Ah!” My pulse raced as he found my clit.
Ronin rubbed the bundle of nerves between my legs like he was pouring out all his frustrations at me. Hard, fast, rough—spots danced before my eyes that made me think I was seeing stars.
“You’re mine, Hunter,” he growled. “Say it.”
I wriggled, kicked, and flailed in my binds—my body tingling and prickling. Shivering and shuddering. How could someone I hated so much make me feel this good?
“Ronin, I—” I roared up, snarling in his face. “Will never say it.”
He laughed. “You tell me to stop, but then you challenge me on. Make up your mind.”
“What is that supposed to—?”
Ronin dropped between my thighs, and devoured my pussy. My legs snapped around his head—mouth open in a silent, jaw-cracking moan. Ronin went down on me like a feral beast. Getting head was stimulating enough, but receiving it while under the effects of the potion was a whole different game, with all the rules blown off the hinges. I felt every single bump and ridge of his tongue as it explored my folds.
The ice cream had melted, and now he was licking every single drop of it up—nothing was going to waste.
He bobbed and dipped his head from side to side—both drilling me and tormenting my clit. Crashing, surging waves of pleasure flooded my body over and over again. I couldn’t catch my breath from the first wave before the next was bowling me over, drowning me in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck,” I screamed when his tongue struck a head-scrambling, fire-igniting spot within me.
Orgasm number four came screaming out of me, twisting me up so hard and tight, I cut my palms clenching my wrists and yanked bruises around my ankles that wouldn’t fade for days.
“Say it,” Ronin whispered—his voice a snake charmer’s melody.
I came down just as hard as I went up, and I was spent. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I didn’t even have the strength to tell him to screw off again.
Ronin didn’t let my silence slow him down. He palmed my breast, taking my poor nipple between his fingertips. Then a finger disappeared inside my ass.