Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
She had every right to be angry with me, devastated by the revelation about my betrayal. I was the reason she’d been forced into a twisted engagement. I was the reason her friends were in danger.
Guilt sharpened the possessiveness that gripped me, driving me to kiss her with maddened desperation. I needed her to melt in my arms, to give herself to me and promise her love, despite all the terrible things I’d done. All along, she’d looked at me like I was good, worthy. I couldn’t lose that thread of belief; it was the only thing anchoring me to morality. She found whatever good was left in the shadows of my heart and brought it to light. I would be better for her. I loved her so keenly that my soul screamed at the prospect of losing her.
Her arms twined around my shoulders as the fiery chemistry we shared began to claim her entire being too. Neither of us could resist the pull, the need to connect.
I lifted her up in my arms and carried her the short distance to my bed. I finally broke our savage kiss so that I could lay her out beneath me. Her eyes were wide and a bit wild, and she licked her swollen lips.
Something in my feral expression must have startled her, because she scooted back and murmured my name with unease.
My mouth descended on hers once again as I settled my weight over her, pinning her down so that she couldn’t escape me. She couldn’t leave me. Not ever.
I’d flood her with so much pleasure that she’d never consider running. She would need me as desperately as I needed her. I’m make her addicted to me, to my touch. She would promise that she would always be mine, no matter what.
The tie I’d worn to the fundraiser was looped over the bedpost. I grabbed it and wrapped it around her wrists, drawing them together. She twisted her face away from mine.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
I stared down into her glittering eyes as I bound her wrists to the bedpost, trapping her beneath me so that I could toy with her. I would drive her to the edge and keep her there until she begged and moaned my name.
“I love you,” I swore, gentling her with soft brushes of my lips over her forehead, her cheeks, her throat.
I nipped at her neck and dipped my hand down the front of her dress, finding her nipple hard beneath my palm. I tweaked it, and she gasped, arching toward me for more. Sealing her lips with mine, I began to tease her breasts in the way she liked best, coaxing her to surrender to the passion that we shared.
She jerked against her restraints and whimpered when she couldn’t hold me, couldn’t urge me to touch her the way she wanted. I was in control of this, and she would submit. Her body was mine to play with, mine to torment. She belonged to me in every way. After tonight, she’d never forget it.
Her hips rocked up into mine as she struggled to stimulate her clit against me. I pulled back just far enough to whisper against her lips.
“You want to come, angel?”
Her cheeks flushed, and she tipped her head back to welcome another kiss instead of answering me. I kept her locked in my hungry stare as I skimmed my palm up the outside of her thigh, shoving her dress over her hips. My thumb ghosted over her clit, barely touching her through her panties. A small cry left her chest, and she bucked toward my hand.
I dipped my fingers beneath her underwear, touching her with featherlight pressure. She squirmed and jerked against the tie that bound her at my mercy.
“Do you want to come?” I repeated in a low rumble, power starting to flood my mind, making me drunk on her.
“Yes,” she whined, squeezing her eyes shut as her cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink.
She would give me more before I finally allowed her release.
I eased one finger inside her, and my thumb came down on her clit. I teased around the tight bud in a slow circle as I eased in and out of her tight channel, never quite touching her the way she craved. My bedframe rattled with the force of her struggles, and her hips undulated in an attempt to attain her release.
“Tell me you love me,” I demanded, keeping her close to the edge.
Her eyes flew wide, and her lush lips popped open with shock, making me want to sink my aching cock into her mouth. I gritted my teeth and forced down my own lust. This was a battle of wills, and I was determined to earn her surrender.
“Max…” My name was somewhere between a gasp and a moan.