Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“My arms hurt,” I said quietly. “Can you release me?”
Lorcan smiled darkly. “I won’t release you, not yet, and soon you’ll ache not just in your arms, sweet Aislinn.”
His eyes traveled the length of me. Goose bumps covered every inch of my body, and my nipples hardened to pebbles. I wasn’t aroused, not really. Fear was too prominent, and I couldn’t imagine Lorcan could bring me to the brink of an orgasm in a situation like this. He bent down and grazed my nipple with his teeth before his tongue darted out to swirl around my nipple. Then he pulled back and pinched it hard between his fingers. I gasped, shocked. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, the heat of it a stark contrast to the cold in the warehouse.
“Lorcan,” I began, but he suckled even harder, stealing my words. I swallowed and tried again. “I didn’t mean to betray you.”
He bit my nipple in warning, but I kept talking. “I just wanted to find Imogen and it was obvious that you had no intention to help me.”
His fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, and he got down on his knees until he was at eye level with my pussy. He slid my panties down slowly but stopped when the top of my slit came into view. He reached out and nudged my folds apart with his thumb and pointer finger, revealing my clit. My core clenched, remembering what Lorcan’s touch could do. I was addicted to how he made me feel, the utter freedom I felt during an orgasm.
“Such a small part of you but so powerful,” Lorcan rumbled.
I didn’t understand Lorcan’s plan for me. Did he want to fuck me one more time before he killed me? He didn’t need to give me pleasure for that. Lorcan took the pad of his thumb into his mouth then slid it over my clit slowly. Eyes on my pussy, he stroked up again and again until my clit.
He leaned forward and drew in a deep breath. “I love the scent of your arousal. I’ll miss it.”
“Lorcan.”
Ignoring my attempt to speak up again, he rubbed me with the pad of his thumb, round and round. He raised his head to watch my face when my breathing came faster. My toes curled as the sensation built in my core. Wetness gathered between my folds. I was getting close, but before I could find my release in a firework of pleasure, he sat back, depriving me of his touch. He watched my flushed face without a flicker of emotion. Then his gaze slid lower to my pulsating flesh. I had been so very close. I still felt as if the brush of a feather would make me explode. I wasn’t sure why my body reacted so willingly. Maybe it was better than the alternative, the terror of my impending death. I couldn’t believe Lorcan would let me live after everything.
Lorcan picked up the chain from the ground again, instantly tearing me out of my pleasurable bubble. Would the real torture begin now?
He dragged the steel chain over the floor with a bone-chilling clang and stopped right in front of me. He raised his arm with the chain and held it close to my body. The icy steel touched my heated flesh, sliding along my mound and breast. I gasped as the chill spread through my body. My nipples hardened further, almost painfully, at the cool friction, and I caught myself wishing the chain would glide over my slit and not just my mound. Lorcan’s gaze seared into mine as if he too thought the same thing. He lowered the chain and swung the end between my legs, catching it with his other hand. Like I had wanted, he lifted the chain until it was pressed to my pussy lips.
Torn between icy shock and burning need, I sucked in a sharp breath. Lorcan began to rub the steel chain back and forth along my aching pussy. My lips fell open as I panted. Squirming against my restraints, I whispered, “Lorcan, please release me.”
“No,” he rumbled, increasing the pressure of the chain briefly, making me moan as it slid over my clit. He kept doing this until my breathing picked up again. I was chasing my release, but just as I was almost there, Lorcan dropped the chain unceremoniously. The harsh sound made me flinch.
“Lorcan,” I whispered, half pleading. The chain glistened from my juices. Lorcan pressed himself against the front of my bosy, and all I wanted was to free myself of the restraints and touch him, make him feel the same need for release, make him almost burst only to deprive him of my touch. Lorcan’s angry and hurt dark green eyes locked on mine, and my heart throbbed painfully in my chest. I shouldn’t have trusted the police. They didn’t bring me any closer to finding Imogen either. They only drove a wedge between Lorcan and me. It was strange to think that this mattered to me.