Lies That Sinners Tell (The Klutch Duet #1) Read Online Anne Malcom

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Klutch Duet Series by Anne Malcom
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
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The doors to the balcony were open, the sounds of waves softly crashing through the house.

I stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the moon shining in the sky, wondering what I’d got myself in to. My stomach was swirling with nerves and fear, yet my nipples were hard, my panties already damp with anticipation.

My skin prickled with awareness of someone else being in the vast room. I smelled leather, cedar and Jay. His heat pressed into my back, lips at my ear.

“Don’t say a word,” he ordered. “Not for this entire night. Not while I’m fucking you so hard you feel like you’re going to die unless you cry out. You do not speak.”

He leaned back then something settled over my eyes, sinking me in to an even deeper darkness than before, without even the moon to give me a shred of light.

Jay had blindfolded me. My whole body was shaking as he stole my senses, forcing me to trust him.

“Shoes first,” he murmured.

I had no idea how he’d expected me to take off six-inch heels without any form of sight, but I got my answer when his heat left my back and he moved down, hands at my ankle. When he lifted one foot, I instinctively found his shoulders to balance me. Jay’s sharp intake of breath told me that this was another forbidden place for me to touch, but I needed him for balance. Thankfully, he let me keep my hands there while he took off my shoes.

Hands trailed up my legs once they were off, slow, torturous, too gentle for Jay. His palms cupped me between my legs, and I suppressed the sigh that my body produced. No noise. No words. Those were my orders.

Jay’s fingers expertly worked the buttons of my pants, his warm palms caressing my thighs as he pulled them down. I stepped out of them when they reached my ankles, doing the same when he eased my panties off my hips and downward. My entire body quivered as the cool sea air hit my bare skin. I was standing in the middle of Jay’s kitchen, naked from the waist down, blindfolded and completely at his mercy. My breath was rapid and erratic, heart thundering at my ribs.

Jay was no longer touching me. He was staring at me, I didn’t need my sight to know this. I could feel his eyes running over my body, however insane such a notion was.

“Turn to your left,” he murmured.

On unsteady feet, I did as he’d told me.

“Arms out. Palms flat. Lean forward.”

Again, I did as he said, although putting my hands out into empty air was more terrifying than I’d expected. I could’ve easily fallen flat on my face. I was reaching into nothingness, hoping that I would land safely somewhere. Hoping that Jay would make sure I landed safely somewhere. It occurred to me then how completely and utterly I was surrendering to this man. This stranger who knew my body, my movements, who I knew not much more about than his name and postcode. I was trusting him with too much because he was demanding everything from me. If I didn’t give him everything, I’d get nothing. And at this point, that wasn’t an option.

The marble counter was cold against my palms.

“Stay there.”

My ragged breathing and the crashing waves were the only thing I could here as the sound of Jay walking away quieted.

He’d left me here. Was this a test? Like him tying me up in the closet? Was he going to humiliate me again?

The click of his shoes against the hardwood floor told me no. I calmed ever so slightly, my heart still thundering in my chest.

Something moved against my ass. Something smooth. Hard. Something foreign. Something that made my stomach dip.

“I realized that I have not yet given you a demonstration of what will happen if you disobey me, Stella,” Jay’s voice, like pure silk, washed over me. “Your punishment, of course, will depend on how you choose to disobey me. But I will cause you pain.”

Leather, or what I assumed was leather, moved against my skin again. Gentle. Teasing. I squeezed my thighs together, my pussy throbbing at the prospect of what he was going to do to me.

“You’ll like the pain,” Jay continued. “You’ll hate me for making you like it. You may even hate yourself because you don’t want to like it. To love it.”

The leather moved downward, between my legs before trailing along where I was already ready for Jay.

“Your pussy is wet already,” Jay commented, moving it back upward.

I held my breath, waiting for something. Impact. Pain. Pleasure. But there was nothing. Jay was doing this on purpose. Torturing me. I ached to tell him he was cruel. Sadistic. Cold. Spit insults at him, informing him of what my hot, furious blood demanded. But my lips stayed pursed, teeth gritted, because I needed release more than I needed anything else.


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