Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” he says. “Let go of the fear. Let me take you to some place better.”
His smooth cool palms skim over my ribcage, the dip of my waist, the curve of my hips, then across my belly and down. He slides a hand between my thighs and I’m shockingly wet already. My body has lapped up the fear, using it as fuel.
God, I can’t believe how turned on I am, like my body has been wanting this for a long time but has never bothered to tell my brain.
“Do you want to come for me, Dahlia?” he murmurs, a thumb sliding over my clit.
I swallow hard, nodding.
“Let me hear you say the words,” he says.
“Yes, my lord,” I say, ready to play for him, to live in this role. “I want to come for you.”
A low groan leaves his lips. “That’s my good girl.”
He pulls his thumb across my clit and I cry out, jerking against my bonds.
“You like that, hmm?”
“Yes, my lord,” I breathe.
“You want me to lick you, don’t you?”
“Anything you want,” I say, raising my hips to try and get purchase against his hand.
“But what do you want, my dove?” he asks, using that moniker again. There’s something so unnervingly affectionate about the way he says it, something that tickles a pleasure spot in the back of my brain.
“What do you want?” he repeats, pulling his hand away, leaving me feeling empty, greedy for more.
“I want you to make me come, my lord,” I tell him. “I want to make you come inside me.”
“Do you want me to hurt you?” he asks.
I go still at that question. What does he have in mind? I know he spanked me last night and I liked it. I could take more of that. He tore some of my hair out. I could take that, too.
“You’re afraid,” he muses, his hand spreading across my thigh. “You’re afraid of what I might do to you. And I thought you trusted me, Dahlia.”
I never said I trusted you. I almost say it, but bite my tongue instead.
“Let me ask you again,” he says. “Do you want me to hurt you before I make you come? Do you want the sweetest kiss of pain, pain that melts into you like snow under sunshine? If I tell you it pleases me to see you overcome that pain, that it gets me harder than anything in my life, will you let me hurt you?”
Oh god. I feel so fucking insane right now, like I already can’t breathe properly, like my heart might burst right out of my ribcage. I’m scared, I really am, but I no longer have the same fear as I did earlier. I don’t have that real fear, the fear for my life.
No, right now it’s pure curiosity.
It’s fear and anticipation.
It’s a combination I could get drunk on.
“Yes,” I say, my mouth feeling so dry.
“Yes, what, love?” he asks me as he spreads my legs and I feel him adjust himself between them, the bed sinking under his weight. God, I want him.
“Yes, my lord,” I say, squirming with need, my nerves dancing with the unknown, unsure what he’s going to do next. “You can hurt me.”
He chuckles warmly, a sound that brings a hit of relief, sounding like the man I know. It’s hard to reconcile the fact that this is Professor Aminoff, my teacher at school, and he’s also Dracula, the vampire I’m supposed to kill, and now he’s this…I don’t know what he is but all I know is that I want him so bad it scares me.
I feel his bare arms press against my thighs, his head lowering. “I’m going to lick you now,” he whispers, his breath over my cunt, making me gasp. “And I’m going to make you as wet as I can, make you come as hard as I can. And then I’m going to fuck you until you break, even if that takes the rest of the day.”
The day. Somewhere in my head I remember that I have school at some point in the day, as does he, and yet none of that seems to matter now. If he doesn’t seem worried, I’m not either.
His tongue slides over my clit, wet and hot, sending a bright wave of pleasure through my body. I let out a little cry and jerk against the confines of my ropes.
“You’re so responsive,” he says, his voice guttural, his words vibrating over my clit. “So greedy. I can feel how close you are and I can smell how much you want it. I can smell how much you want me,” he growls, his tongue flicking out, his teeth scraping over my most sensitive skin.
Oh god!
I tense, waiting to feel the pinch of his fangs but his teeth are gentle and he doesn’t draw blood.