Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“I’ll do it,” I panted, trying to squirm away. All I earned were deeper bruises on my bound legs. “I’ll kiss you. Just let me go. Please…”
He shushed me again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, as though I could block out the horror and humiliation of what he was doing to me. He gave the rope around my chest a firm tug, pinching my nipples at the same time as he pressed his thumb against my clit. Even through my underwear, the pleasure point tingled and pulsed.
“Come for me, Nora.” His deep voice caressed my name, far more intimate than his mocking endearments. He’d stripped my soul bare, and he stared straight into me, those green eyes practically glowing in the moonlight as he compelled bliss from my unwilling body.
Tears streamed down my face as the pleasure built at my core, coiling my muscles tight beneath the cruel bindings. A soft cry hitched in my throat, and ecstasy crested.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, caressing me with merciless intent. “Let go. Give yourself to me.”
I gritted my teeth and tried to shove the pleasure back. I didn’t want to give myself to this monster. I didn’t want to give him anything, certainly not my pride, which he was wrenching away with every assured, rhythmic stroke over my clit.
“Ah-ah,” he chided, the rope pinching my nipples with searing, abrasive heat. “Don’t fight me, little bird.”
He pressed down on my pulsing clit, forcing pleasure to flood my body. My head tipped back on a primal scream: a shriek of rage and release.
His lips sealed mine, his mouth crashing against me as he devoured the sound of my pained ecstasy. His tongue lashed deep, ravaging me as he took full ownership of my entire being. He ripped away my modesty, my dignity, my freedom; he stole my very breath as he kept me locked in his cruel kiss, wringing more dark pleasure from my body as I writhed and jerked in his ropes.
My release peaked, but he didn’t release me from the brutal kiss. He continued to ravage my mouth as I was reduced to a quivering mess, all the strength draining from me as the pleasure trailed off. I could do nothing against him. Shame blanketed me with suffocating heat as his tongue tamed mine, and I allowed myself to drift.
“You did so well, Nora.” His praise skimmed over me, drawing a shiver to the surface of my skin.
I wanted nothing more than to melt into the chilly grass and pretend I didn’t even exist. So when he gently lowered my body to the cold ground, I didn’t squirm or struggle. I simply laid there and stared up at the stars, counting them until the numbers in my head became meaningless.
He was slowly freeing me from the rope, dragging it along my sensitized skin as he loosened the knots and uncoiled it from around my stiff limbs. I hissed in a pained breath when blood rushed back to the braided furrows the bindings had left in my flesh. He made soft, soothing noises and murmured more words of encouragement. I tuned it all out, studying the moon. Everything turned surreal, my body pulsing with aching pain and residual pleasure as my mind floated.
Dante loomed over me, his towering body blocking out the moon as he stripped off his white collared shirt that he’d worn for our wedding. He shrugged out of it, revealing powerful muscles that rippled in the moonlight. He was so much stronger than me. I’d been a fool to think I could fight him in even the smallest way. He’d cracked my composed mask and goaded out my defiance, only so he could shatter my will more thoroughly than any man had ever managed. A slap to the face would’ve been a mercy compared to what he’d just done to me.
The beautiful monster dropped to his knees beside me and tenderly wrapped the shirt around me, covering my naked breasts. He trailed his fingers through my hair before caressing my cheek. I felt a slight rasp beneath his thumb, and I registered that my face was dirty.
My entire body felt filthy, and not from the soil beneath us. I didn’t think I’d ever feel clean again. Dante had reached deep inside me and left a toxic smear on my heart.
When he lifted me up in his arms, I didn’t try to fight. He’d thoroughly subdued me, and I couldn’t face further horrors or humiliation.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked into bed, pet,” he murmured, his tone warm and reassuring. “Don’t worry. If you break, I’ll put you back together again. You’re my wife. I’ll take care of you, Nora.”
I shuddered and closed my eyes, swallowing against the nausea that turned my stomach. Luca had promised to take care of me, too, but he wasn’t here to save me.