Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
So. Fucking. Exciting.
She heard him moving around. Closing her eyes, she tried to work out where he was. But she couldn’t work it out. Opening the pantry door, she stepped out and was suddenly grabbed around the waist.
She let out a shriek as he threw her over his shoulder.
“No! Put me down! I do not submit! I do not!”
Smack! His hand landed on her ass.
“Quiet, slave. You’re mine now. And you will submit.”
It had taken months for her to even contemplate playing this sort of game with him. Even though she fully trusted him, the idea of him jumping on her, of him taking full control . . . yep, she’d freaked the first time they’d tried. She’d even used her safeword.
And he’d told her he was proud of her for enforcing her limits.
Honestly, the man was perfection.
Davidson was behind bars. So were the men who’d kidnapped her. Liv had been declared mentally unfit to stand trial and had instead been sent to a secure facility that was meant to be giving her all the help she needed.
Gwen hoped that was the case. But she wasn’t going to waste time feeling sorry for her.
“Put me down!”
“No!” Another smack on her ass had her crying out before she was flung onto the bed. He didn’t hurt her. He’d never do that.
A rush of adrenaline went through her as she tried to scramble away. He simply stood there and stripped off. God, he was gorgeous. She could never get enough of his naked body.
Grabbing both of her ankles, he dragged her down the bed.
“Submit to me.”
“No!” she squealed as he stripped off the large T-shirt she’d been wearing. Then he grabbed her panties and dragged them off.
Naked, she stared up at him, her breath coming in sharp pants.
“I think you’re turned on for me, aren’t you? You want me. Submit. Present yourself.”
“No!”
“Then you’ll be punished.” He sat and pulled her over his lap, spanking her with hard, sharp smacks.
She cried out, trying to escape even as her arousal grew. As her need for him grew. Finally, spent and exhausted, she relaxed.
“Present to me,” he commanded.
She crawled off his lap and moved onto her hands and knees. Then, putting her chest down, she spread her legs.
He moved in behind her, running his fingers down her soaking wet pussy lips.
“So wet for me. You like being owned, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s right. I own you.” He grabbed her hips and slammed into her.
Fuck! So good! She moaned as he drove in and out of her.
“So. Fucking. Good. You’re going to come with me, Gwen.” He moved his cock over that spot inside her that drove her insane. Slowly at first. So slowly that it was killing her. Then faster. Harder. She played with her clit, feeling herself reaching that peak. And then she came, crashing over the edge, just as he let out his own shout of relief, coming inside her.
She collapsed forward. Completely spent. Dominic curled up around her, running his hand up and down her thigh. “I have something for you.”
“For me?” she asked.
“Yes.” He reached over and opened a drawer beside the bed, pulling out a velvet ring box.
He wasn’t going to . . . was he?
Opening the box up, he held it out to her. She gasped as she saw the most gorgeous ring. It had a pink square-cut stone in the middle, surrounded by twinkling diamonds.
“The stone is a pink sapphire. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was yours. Just like I knew you were mine. I want you to marry me, Gwendolyn Mary Anderson. Like I’ve said before, I’m too old to fuck around. When I want something, I know it. And I want you. I want to own you. But only as much as you own me. And baby, you own all of me. Everything I have is yours. Forever.”
That sounded just perfect.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
“Yes, Dom-Dom. I would love to marry you.”