Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Is that the punishment you think you deserve, pet? My hands on you?”
“No,” I coaxed in between kissing him.
Long.
Hard.
Insistent.
“Your touch is never a punishment, not even when you’re making me bleed for you. I’m yours. Do what you please. Break me just to fix me. Please…”
Asking to be broken.
Fixed.
Only to be broken again.
I wanted this insane necessary shattering between us, and I was going crazy with it. Repeatedly the carousel spun, and I never wanted off the ride. He didn’t have to be told twice. Harshly, he fondled my breasts, grazing around my nipples, cupping and kneading them in the palm of his hand.
“Master,” I moaned in a low voice I didn’t recognize.
I was flipped over, suddenly beneath him as he hovered above my body. In one forceful thrust, he propelled my body almost to the headboard until the wall shook like the pictures were about ready to fall from the force of our bodies joining.
Grabbing my chin, he claimed my mouth. His movements became erratic as he pounded into my core.
Over and over.
Again and again.
My eyes widened in pleasure, my back arching off the bed, letting him lap at my neck and breasts, nipping, sucking, licking. Leaving marks and bruises in his wake. I didn’t want to move, enjoying the sensation of his everything as both pleasure and pain washed over me in a wave of ecstasy.
“You feel me inside you?” he groaned, reading my mind and making his way back up to my mouth.
“Yes…” I breathed out.
My arms reached around, pressing him flush against my body, wanting to feel his entire weight on top of me. His warmth consumed me as he hit all the right spots. His back muscles flexed with every thrust. Every push and pull. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I needed.
Wanted.
Loved.
Craved.
Him.
He leaned his forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes. Our mouths were parted, still touching, both of us panting profusely. With one hand, he snaked around to cup my ass, guiding my hips and angling them, making me take every last inch of his cock. With each devious thrust, he made silent promises.
Safe.
Secure.
Cherished.
He wasn’t fucking me. He was making love to me in his own way. Memorizing my body. My need. My love. How he knew it was what I needed, I had no idea. But the way he looked at me said it all. He knew I loved him, he knew I’d fallen, he knew, and all I could do was continue to take the leap into his arms and pray he continued to catch me when I’d fall.
His heady movements were almost as pained as the glare in his eyes. All I felt was his heart over mine. His kisses deep within the depths of my soul, his strong hands and muscular body consuming me in ways I’d never experienced before. His once cold and icy demeanor was replaced with nothing but heat. It radiated off of him, absorbing into my overstimulated flesh.
He was mine.
I felt it in his breath.
In the beat of his heart.
In every single fiber of his being.
The good and bad.
Heaven and Hell.
Every part of him.
I took what I could get.
Every last ounce of him.
He started to come apart… Clawing. Gripping. Growling. Groaning. I climaxed down his cock. There was no time to recover before he flipped my body onto my stomach. Clutching onto my hair, he yanked and thrust back into me at the same time. Kissing my lips, he relentlessly pounded into my core once again.
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
He took me doggy style.
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to stay like this until the end of time, with his body on top of mine. His demons. His torment. His fucked up jadedness.
Until there were no more breaths for me to take.
No more tears for me to make.
No more pain for me to feel.
Nothing. I’d be nothing after him. In the end, it didn’t matter. Nothing did when I was with him.
He wasn’t my villain.
He wasn’t my monster.
This wasn’t my happily ever after.
He was my master, and that was good enough for me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Donovan
I couldn’t stop.
Never wanted to.
I wasn’t sure I could ever quit this woman, especially after feeling her body pulse around my cock, sucking me dry in a way I’d never experienced in my entire life.
I threw my head back like a fucking savage, a roar escaping through my parted lips as my eyes squeezed shut.
When I opened them, I froze.
She wasn’t staring at me anymore.
She was staring at the door.
Face pale.
Lips parted.
Did I hurt her? Was she unhappy?
Panic swelled in my chest until she swallowed and looked back at me in what I could only decipher as a petrifying fear and shame.
Slowly I looked over my shoulder as Troy stood there, hand shoved down his pants, eyes locked onto both of us. “Don’t let me stop you; I was just getting started.”