Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“So pretty when you’re wet and needy.” His voice is dark and gruff with desire. Suddenly, his hand comes down on my pussy, causing a cry of pain to stumble free from my lips. His fingers taunt and tease as he opens me before slapping me once more.
My legs shake, my body trembles, and my mumbling pleas for him to allow me to come are a symphony alongside the sad song playing in the background. Lycan continues with his alternating torture of slapping and fingering, my arousal soaking down my thighs.
“I think my little red needs my cock,” Lycan says from somewhere behind me, but I’m too far gone to even respond to him. With two more swats on my ass, he drives into me with one long thrust, causing me to scream as pleasure wracks through my body, and I fall over the edge into darkness.
“Bad girl,” he coos, but he likes it, it’s a good thing because I’m not punished for being bad. Instead, he fucks me hard. His hips slamming me into the bed, his body looming over me as he hisses in my ear, “This time, I’ll be nice,” and I can hear the amusement in his tone when he says the word nice. “But next time you come without my permission, I’ll make you cry.”
With that, he grips my throat, pulling me back, so our bodies are flush. His mouth on my cheek, his warm breath sending more heat skittering through my veins.
His thick cock opens me, driving in so deep I’m left breathless with every thrust. Sweat drips from my skin as he takes me brutally. But I can’t stop the pleasure from taking me higher and higher until I’m screaming something incoherent because all I feel is him.
I’m nothing more than a ragdoll for him to use, and I’m not at all angry about it.
Lycan’s free hand swats at the front of my pussy while his cock thickens inside me, and another orgasm breaks free from deep in my gut as he growls his release inside me. He stills behind me, still holding onto my throat while his other hand now gently massages my clit.
“My good girl,” he coos finally before allowing me back to the mattress. He uncuffs me before unlocking the spreader bar. Once he drops the items to the floor, he pulls me into his arms, and we settle on the bed, Lycan’s arms around me, holding me tightly against him, and I’ve never been happier.
My lashes flutter closed, and I realize I’m falling deeper with every moment I spend with him. He’s opened my eyes to something more, and I don’t think I could ever return to the girl I was before.
And that thought scares me as I fall into a dreamless sleep.
31
Lycan
The sun hasn’t even risen yet, and I’m planning something I’m not sure Scarlett will approve of, but my gut has been churning with worry for days, and this is the only way I know my plan will work.
When I spoke with Kahn, he told me I should go ahead with this, so we’re about to do it. A knock at my office door has me glancing up to find the devil himself walking in. Kahn looks happy with himself as he settles in a chair opposite my desk.
“Priest is ready,” he tells me.
“And Simon?”
He nods. “He’s willing to be a second witness. We have everything. We just need a bride,” he informs me.
“I need to talk to her. She’s still asleep,” I inform him. “Give me some time. Tell him to be here at eight. I’ll make sure Scarlett is ready.”
“Are you sure this is the way to go about it?”
I know his concerns about the very public wedding on Saturday, but if Darius is going to attack, it’s going to be there. I need her to have my name, my protection by then. “If something happens, get her to the convent. Stay with her. Don’t let that fucker near her.”
Even though I’m ready for my brother, I have to have a plan in place if all goes to shit. Knowing my life, it’s most definitely going to go to shit the moment I’m standing at the end of the aisle as I wait for her to reach me.
Pushing to my feet, I head to the door with Kahn following. “I trust you,” I tell him. “I know you’ll make sure she’s safe until I can get to her.”
“She will be safe. I’ll put my life on the line for her. The same goes for you.” I know he’s telling the truth because that’s what this man has always done for me.
He leaves me as I walk down the hall to the bedroom where I left her earlier. Upon entering, I find my sweet bride sitting amongst the black silk sheets with her skin bare and beautiful.