Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 103661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Her eyes go wide.
He laughs. "You would have liked it."
"What did they do?" She reaches over. Squeezes my arm. That mindless gesture. One to steady her? Or let her excitement flow into me?
Ty's laugh gets louder. He shoots me a look that can only mean you're so obviously in love with her, then he turns all his attention to Eve, and he details the displays.
She hangs on every word.
Then he asks her about the book and she launches into a discussion of the plot, characters, themes, motifs.
I watch her light up. Watch her beam. Watch her soar.
It's so fucking beautiful.
I want it so fucking badly. Whatever it means for me.
I let Ty introduce her to everyone. Tease her. Flirt shamelessly.
Every few minutes, she looks in my direction. Shoots me a knowing glance. One that screams I need to fuck you.
And others. Ones that whisper I need to hold you.
For once, I listen to both. Let both fill my soul. Figure out the best way to give her exactly what she needs.
I make her wait. Let her anticipation build.
I give her time to grab lunch, refill her drink, dip her feet in the pool.
Then I find her inside. In the downstairs hallway. Just outside the bathroom.
I surprise her. Pull her into my office.
Pin her to the wall. Pull her wrists behind her back. Use the fuchsia tie to bind her wrists.
She groans as she turns her head to the side. "Fuck." Her hair falls in front of her eyes. "Someone might see."
"Do you care?"
Her response is a groan.
"Or do you like it? Do you want someone to watch as I split you in half, vixen?"
Chapter Fifty
Ian
Her gaze flits to the wide window. It's not in direct view of the party. A little to the side. Only visible from the perfect angle.
Only visible through the sheer curtains.
But it is visible.
And that's making her pant.
She rests her forehead against the wall. Sucks a breath through her teeth. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"I do." Her voice is heady. Already lost. "I want someone to watch. I want this… to know we might get caught. To know someone might see."
I tug at the tie to test her restraints.
She groans. "Ian." Her fingers curl into her palms. "Please."
"Please?"
"Yes… please. Fuck me."
"You have to earn that, vixen."
She responds with a groan.
I run my hand over the backline of her dress. From her shoulder blade to the small of her lower back.
Then back up.
Back down.
"You wore this to torture me?" I pull the zipper a centimeter.
She nods into the wall. "Yes."
"You think of me when you dress?"
"Yes."
"You think of how much I'll want to tear off your clothes?"
"Always."
"Always?"
She softens. Melting into me. Into the wall. "Even when you aren't around. I wonder what you'd think. How you'd look at me. I love the way you look at me like you want to consume me."
"I do." I pull her zipper a little lower.
She whimpers.
Pain, pleasure, anticipation?
I'm not sure.
She's thoroughly pinned. No space between the two of us. No space for her to breathe.
It's necessary.
For her to feel I'm in control.
For the intimacy I crave.
For her to believe I might hurt her.
Is that what she wants?
I can pull her into my lap, roll her dress to her waist, spank her until she promises to behave.
But she is behaving.
She doesn't want punishment. She wants reward.
And I want to give it to her.
I pull the fabric over her arse. Push one strap off her shoulder.
She shudders as the fabric falls over her chest. "Ian… Please…"
This is what I need. Eve buzzing with anticipation, every molecule in her body tuned to me and me alone.
I need to be her universe.
Everywhere.
If this is the place I get it—
I tug at the tie again.
She lets out a groan. "Please…"
"Please?" I shift my hips so she can feel my hard-on. "Please pull harder?" I tug again. This time enough she arches over me.
She groans as her arse glides over my hard-on.
"Throw you on the bed?" I run my fingers over her shoulder. The strap of her frock.
She groans as I push the strap off her shoulder. As the fabric spills over her chest.
I bring my hand to her breast. Run my thumb over her nipple. "Fuck you right here? Against the wall. So hard your forehead bruises."
"Yes," she breathes.
"Ask for it."
"Ian…"
I tug at the tie. "Ask for it." I shift my hips, pinning her harder.
So much she can barely breathe.
But she does. She sucks a breath through her nose. Pushes one through her teeth.
"Please." She shifts her hips. Just barely. She hasn't got any room.
But it's enough to drive me insane.
I need to be inside her. Now. No teasing, no patience, no games.
I need to stay in control.
To stay her entire universe.
"Please?" I draw circles around her nipple. Harder and harder. Until her groan is pain as much as pleasure.
"Fuck me. Please."