Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“This is how it will be between us,” he told me, his keen eyes studying every nuance of my expression. “I’m in control. When we’re together like this, you submit to me. This is who I am, Evelyn. This is what I need from you.”
He’d completely subdued my body, but he was waiting for my consent. He wouldn’t risk scaring me away again.
I licked my lips and pressed my hand over his heart. “I want you, Massimo.” I’d said it before, but this time, I allowed him to see the truth deep in my soul. My eyes were wide and sincere on his, holding nothing back.
When he took control of my pleasure, he freed me in a way I’d never known before. I’d found ecstasy in his ropes. I craved more of his perverted affections.
He gave my neck a gentle squeeze and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. The dichotomy made me melt, and honeyed warmth rolled down my spine to pool between my legs.
“Stay,” he commanded.
His will bound me in place, keeping me pinned even once he released me. Cool air teased my heated flesh when he stepped away, and I watched his powerful body with covetous intensity as he cross the room to the chest of drawers. He retrieved a few items and returned to me, laying them out on the mattress beside me.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered before I could puzzle out what he might be planning.
My gaze snapped to his. He tucked my hair behind my ear, searching my face for signs of reluctance.
When he found only desire in my rapt expression, his full lips curved in a crooked, arrogant smile. My sex grew slick in response, my body reacting to his confident control.
He grasped my hand and lifted it to his mouth, brushing his lips over my knuckles before pressing a reverent kiss against the inside of my wrist. Something soft encircled it. I watched with fascination as he buckled a fur-lined, black leather cuff around my wrist. He’d bound me with rope before, so I wasn’t alarmed at the prospect of restraints.
“But I want to be able to touch you,” I protested breathily.
He kissed my other wrist and cuffed it too. “I’m in control, farfallina. I’ll let you touch me once I’m done playing with you.”
A light shiver of anticipation raced over my sensitized skin, every inch of me coming alive for him. He was warm and vital before me. Strong enough to protect me from harm.
I trusted him to handle me with care. He would never hurt me.
I didn’t struggle when he cuffed my ankles and arranged my body so that I was spread out before him. He attached the cuffs to the bedposts with lengths of rope, making quick work of the well-practiced knots. I was bound for him, helpless to resist anything he wanted to do to me.
And his glittering eyes promised me dark, transcendent pleasure.
His hard cock jutted toward me, and I tried to lift my hips in offering, a silent plea for him to finally claim me in the most intimate way.
I released a shuddering sigh when his weight settled over me again. I tugged against the restraints, the desire to hold him close overwhelming reason. The reminder of my complete subjugation to his will made a fresh wash of slick arousal wet my thighs. I was more than ready for him, my clit pulsing with painful intensity.
“Please, Massimo.” I arched toward him, not feeling so much as a shred of shame for begging. “I need you.”
“Are you on birth control?”
I nodded. “The shot. We don’t have to worry about that.” I wanted him to come inside me, to fill me up and mark me with his cum. “I’m ready for you.” I pressed my desire-slicked sex against his hard thigh, showing him how desperately I needed him.
Instead of pushing inside me, he lowered his gorgeous face to my breasts. I groaned in frustration, anticipating that he would use his mouth on me again. Having Massimo’s tongue on my clit was pure bliss, but that wasn’t what I craved.
“I need you inside me,” I panted, wishing I could tug on his glossy curls to direct him away from my sex.
He nipped at my breasts, and his low chuckle was almost cruel. “You will be weeping for me before I claim your sweet little pussy, farfallina.”
“What?” I asked on a little puff of air. “But I want—”
My protest ended on a sharp cry as he bit down on my nipple. He held the hard bud between his teeth and flicked the tip with his tongue. Pain and pleasure lit up my entire body, and I squirmed, uncertain if I was trying to get away or arch up for more. The dueling sensations captured my full attention, sharpening my focus until Massimo became the only thing that mattered.