Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
My lips are everywhere; on her lips, her chin, her neck, her collarbones, and even the top of her breasts. After one brief second to breathe, she whispers, “I hate you.”
“Hate me, love me, I don’t care … but I will have you,” I growl back, and I tear her dress, ripping apart the strings tied behind her neck. She yelps, but I cover her mouth with mine before she alerts the staff.
“Shhh …” I murmur, narrowing my eyes. “Keep quiet or else …”
“Or else what?” she mutters, her eyes widening.
“I’ll tie you up and put a ball gag in your mouth.”
“Oh, my God,” she mutters.
I push her back down onto the desk, and say, “Now spread your legs like you did before.”
With a face as cold as ice, she does what I ask, just like before, but this time, she kicks off her shoes too.
A smile spreads on my lips. “Expecting something?”
“You and I both know I won’t get out of here before you’ve had your fix,” she muses.
Touché. How does she know me so well? I’ve barely shown myself to her, yet she can read me like a book. Such a fucking smartass. That might come back to bite me in the ass later.
But first, I wanna fucking bite hers.
Chapter 24
Charlotte
“Good thinking,” Easton says with a dark, seductive voice. “Now turn around.”
I frown. “Why?”
He takes off his belt, pulling it through the loops with care before snapping it on his hand. Over … and over … again. My eyes can’t stop focusing on it while his sparkle with excitement at the sight of my terror.
“What are you going to do?” I mutter.
“Do what I say, princess.” The harshness in his voice makes me gulp. I shouldn’t mess with him right now. His muscles are tense as though he’s completely ready to fuck the living shit out of me. But that’s just it … I’m not sure I’m ready.
I’ve never done this before. An actual dick has never been inside me. Maybe a few toys, but that was it. I already accepted he was going to be my first, but I just didn’t know when. But now that the time has arrived, am I ready? Am I willing to do this?
I swallow away the lump in my throat while his cock grows harder and harder in his pants. A part of me wants to run for the hills, but another is eager to use this opportunity to my advantage. This is the only way … the only way to get him to trust me … So that I can use him too.
I spin on my feet and face the screen. The camera points right at us, my body on full display as he steps behind me and grabs my wrists, pinning them on my back. He ties them together tightly until the leather burns into my skin. A whimper rolls off my lips, but he covers my mouth with a hand.
“No crying, princess. All I want from you are moans,” he growls.
Suddenly, a flat hand lands on my ass.
I squeak, but his hand muffles the sound.
“What did I say?”
He slaps me again, harder this time. The sound emanating from my lungs is unstoppable. The stinging sensation left on my skin heats my core, and tears sting my eyes.
“Not a single mewl,” he growls, and he smacks me again, repeating it until all that’s left are ragged breaths and unwanted desire pooling between my legs. My knees are weak, and my legs are close to giving in. The desk is the only thing keeping me standing.
“Good. You’re finally beginning to learn,” he says.
He lifts my dress all the way over my ass and rips down my panties in one go. I gasp and turn my head, but he immediately shoves my face onto the desk. “Who said you could look?”
A sudden finger up my pussy makes me moan out loud.
I didn’t mean to talk. It slipped out.
His finger goes up and down, each stroke a little farther until he’s inside me completely. My body reels with energy, and at the same time, I feel meek like a little lamb. I despise him, yet I can’t say no, can’t speak up. All I can do is lie here and accept his lust.
When he pulls out, I pant with relief. But he’s far from done with me.
He continues stroking my clit, getting me all hot and bothered.
“See how much you want this? How wet you are for me?” he growls. “I own you. Whether you like it or not, your body belongs to me. It sings for me, Charlotte, and you will too.”
Fuck, he’s right, and I hate it. I fucking hate it with all my guts.
But this had to happen. After all the pushing and pulling, the tug-of-war we had, this was the only outcome. And as he thrums my pussy and circles my clit, I’m not even sure I mind.