Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“I’m walking away for you, damn it.” He turns, his eyes on fire again. “I can’t touch you when I’m feeling this way. I can’t…”
“But you want to. I see it in your eyes. You want to take me. You want to find your peace inside my body.” I raise my arms. “I’m telling you to do it. Because I want it as much as you do.”
He looks at me for a moment. Then another. His eyes never leave mine. I’m not sure he even blinks.
Then he peels off his clothes until he’s standing before me, his huge cock jutting out, hard and ready.
“Get undressed,” he says.
There’s a touch of malice in his tone.
This is Dragon. He won’t hurt me. Not unless I tell him to. And he’ll be careful around my ankle. Already I know this. He thinks I’m frightened?
I’m so not frightened.
I’m aroused.
More aroused than I’ve been the last several times we were together.
Because now I see him for who he truly is. I know all his secrets. Perhaps not the details of what happened to him, but I know enough about what happened to my brothers and my father to wager a good guess.
I ache for the little boy he was.
But for the man that he is?
I have only desire.
“Go on, Teddy,” I say, nudging him off the bed.
He settles himself on the floor.
Then I take care of my clothes.
I take the boot off my ankle.
“You’re going too slow,” Dragon says.
“Fuck off,” I say.
He widens his eyes slightly. “What did you say to me?”
“I told you to fuck off, Dragon. If I’m not undressing fast enough for you, come do it for me.”
For a moment, I expect him to rip my clothes off me. He doesn’t. He just glares at me. So I take my time. Why not let him suffer a little?
Because right now? All I know is I love him. I want him. Right now my body is so ready to accept him, and I know it will ease his ache as well.
Once my clothes are all off, I lie naked, ready for him. My nipples are hard and puckered, my pussy wet and ready.
And even with my sore ankle, the heat and boiling honey running through my veins makes the pain negligible at best.
“Spread those fucking legs,” he commands.
I give him a semi-smile. “Spread them for me.”
He growls. Seriously growls. I hear it. And I feel it vibrating through my body even though we’re not touching yet.
He crawls onto the bed, hovers on top of me, and then kneels and spreads my legs harshly.
I let out a gasp.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I hitch my breath slightly. “You just surprised me.”
“Oh?” He narrows his eyes. “You really think I can’t hurt you, don’t you, Diana?”
“No, Dragon. I don’t think that. I know you can hurt me.” I look deep into his eyes. “I just don’t think you will.”
I remember the second time we made love in my penthouse—when he tied me to the rungs of my headboard with my own scarves. It was so hot.
This is a luxury hotel, and there are no rungs on the headboard. In fact, the headboard is cushioned. Plus I didn’t bring any scarves with me. The only thing we have to tie somebody up with is Teddy’s leash.
Dragon gets off the bed quickly, and for a moment I fear it’s over, but he’s back in a flash, sheathing himself with a condom.
“I’m going to fuck you.” His gaze is dark—darker than I’ve ever seen it before. It’s almost demonic. “No foreplay. I’m not going to kiss those gorgeous lips of yours. I’m not going to suck on those sweet nipples. I’m not going to eat that delicious pussy, even though I love the taste of you on my tongue. No touching. No kissing. No nothing, Diana. Just me inside you. My cock in that cunt. Taking you.”
Does he expect me to say something?
I don’t.
I’m ready for whatever he can dish out.
In a flash then, he’s on top of me, thrusting inside me.
I gasp. As wet as I am, the initial thrust stretches me not in pain but with a jolt I wasn’t expecting.
“You like that?” he growls. “Like when I just stuff myself in you? You like being used, Diana? You like being the outlet for my anger? For my rage? For my fucking sin?”
Does he expect an answer?
Because the truth of the matter is that I do like being used by him. I like what he’s doing to me right now.
But he’s not looking for an answer. This is Dragon, and in a way, what he’s doing is necessary, I believe.
He’s expelling the evil from his body. Perceived evil, but it’s real to him.
I’m happy to be his receptacle.
A moment later, he pulls out and flips me over like a pancake onto my knees.