Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
As his weight comes down on top of me, a small, primal part of me welcomes it. Needs it, in fact. Needs him on top of me…
I don’t understand what is happening. Why is my body betraying me like this?
I reach up and try to push him away with my free hand, but he grabs it and pins above my head.
Shit, oh shit.
I try to turn my head away, but with his hand in my hair I’m trapped. I can’t escape him.
His tongue strokes against my tongue, hungry and demanding, and the jolt of pleasure that cuts through my core is so strong, so damn amazing, my hips lift off the bed.
With each suck and pull of his hungry mouth, my resistance breaks down, fleeing me. Slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.
I have to stop this. I have to put an end to this before there’s no turning back. In an act of pure desperation, I bite down on his tongue.
Simon grunts in pain and rears back.
Releasing my wrist, he lifts his hand to his mouth, and there’s this hurt look on his face as his fingers probe at his bloody tongue.
I feel a pang of guilt but quickly shove it away. He should be thankful I didn’t bite the damn thing off.
Twisting around, I grab the set of keys he dropped on the bed. Snatching them up, I immediately and frantically try to unlock my handcuffed hand.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Meredith…”
I slam the key home and nearly snap the damn thing in half as I twist it. The handcuffs click and open.
I yank my hand free and jump up from the bed.
Simon’s hands come around my waist and I scream in fear and fury as he hauls me back.
“That was very, very stupid,” he growls into my ear. “I told you if you bit me again there would be dire fucking consequences.”
I kick and swing wildly at him as he struggles to pull me back down to the bed.
“Get your fucking hands off of me, Simon! Or I’ll bite something off!”
I slam my arm back and he gives a very satisfying grunt of pain as my elbow connects with his ribs.
“A lesser man would knock all of your fucking teeth out,” he curses as he releases my hips. “Be thankful I am not a lesser man.”
I slap my hands at him, twisting away, doing my best to fight him off, but he still manages to get ahold of one of my wrists.
Fingers digging into my skin, he uses my arm to reel me in.
As he draws me closer and closer, my panic, my fear of what he might do to me, becomes a living, breathing thing.
Acting on pure instinct, I slap him hard across the cheek. My palm stings and his fingers dig even deeper into my wrist as his head whips to the side.
When his face turns back to me, his expression is cold, so cold, but his eyes are blazing.
I take another swing at his face. I have absolutely nothing to lose at this point.
The fucker manages to grab and stop my hand in mid-swing.
A slow grins spreads across his bloody lips. “Come here, princess. It’s time to teach you a lesson.”
“Fuck you,” I snap at him and my panic rises a few notches.
I’m fucked. So fucked. And I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this. I’ve exhausted every defense I have, and I’ve obviously only managed to piss him off more in the process.
I throw my weight back, but it’s useless. He just jerks me back into him like it’s nothing.
Thrown off balance, I stumble into him. He gives another hard jerk and I go tumbling into the bed.
Using my momentum against me, he manages to drag me across his lap. Then he yanks my arms behind my back, slamming my fists together.
“What? What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I screech as I kick and struggle to both push myself up and escape his grasp.
Shoving my fists into the small of my back, he forces my upper body down into the mattress.
For a moment, I still. My body almost giving into the pressure. Into the constriction. Giving in like it needs it. Then I realize exactly where I am. I’m spread across his lap and something hard is stabbing me in the stomach.
Oh my fucking god. Is he seriously turned on by all of this?
And why does knowing that turn me on?
“You’re a sick fuck,” I curse and resume my struggle.
“Takes one to know one,” he grunts.
Great. We’re resorting to nursery insults now. How far we’ve come…
I kick and kick and screech. If only sheer willpower alone could free me.
He shifts beneath me and then brings his heavy leg down on top of my legs.
I buck my hips, but it’s pointless. I’m completely and utterly trapped beneath the weight of his leg.