Mastered (The Enforcers, #1) Read Online Maya Banks Book

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Enforcers Series by Maya Banks
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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She sighed, closing her eyes as she languidly allowed the forceful words to wash over her like a gentle mist. She needed this. Wanted it. The realization was swift and shocking. But after being the caretaker for so long, always the one to take over and make decisions and to accomplish whatever needed to be done, for once someone was doing those things for her. Taking away the necessity of her making all the decisions and bearing the responsibility. With Drake she could simply let go and enjoy being under his control.

“My angel can take a lot,” he said. “You look like and are such a fucking innocent. A rarity because of the treasure you are, beautiful on the inside and out. But you mask an inner strength most men don’t possess, so I have no doubt you can take whatever I dish out tonight and that you’ll enjoy every bit.”

She shivered and a soft moan escaped her parted lips, and Drake squeezed her ass with one hand while probing even deeper into her pussy with his other hand. She’d already grown to know when he was pleased by his body language and the way he touched her, and she knew he liked her response, her simple moan of acceptance and of arousal.

Something Drake had said in the very beginning floated across her mind. You don’t get to tell me no. Ever. It should have alarmed her because she was at his complete mercy, and he could do whatever he chose in this moment and there was nothing she could do to stop him. But she didn’t want him to, and she realized she trusted him as much on a physical level as on the emotional level she’d already acknowledged. This man would not hurt her. Even though he’d said tonight was about him, she had no doubt that she would derive every bit as much pleasure from it as he would.

He delivered another stinging smack to her other cheek, and this time she didn’t jump and the pain didn’t even register because she knew that pleasure would instantly override any initial discomfort.

Another low moan escaped her breathlessly and he swore softly as he eased his fingers from inside her.

“You like that,” he said, his satisfaction evident in his words. “You went so fucking wet around my fingers when I spanked that sweet ass. And I’m going to fuck that ass, Angel. But I’m going to work you up before I do. I’m going to make you so mindless that you’ll beg me to fuck your ass.”

Her eyes widened with shock because she’d never even contemplated anal sex. It was definitely at the top of her list of “hell no” things she never wanted to experiment with. But with Drake? Not that he’d give her any choice, but she found herself not so unwilling to try—and accept—whatever he chose to do to her.

“I won’t hurt you, Angel,” he said softly. “I’ll push you. I’ll test your limits. And while you’ll ride the edge between pleasure and pain, you’ll feel far more pleasure and you’ll also learn that when a man knows what he’s doing, pain is pleasure. The mixture can be heady and unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. But it’s my job not to take you too far and to make sure the pleasure far outweighs any pain you feel.”

The sincerity in his voice made her melt, and she suddenly felt eager for him to begin. She wanted to experience every single thing he’d promised. She twisted and squirmed restlessly, her body already going up in flames at mere words. How much more intoxicating would it be when he put into action those things he’d promised her?

It earned her another smack on her plump ass, something he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he’d acted nothing but approving of her body, imperfect as it was. She had a smaller waist, but it was far from flat and it was squishy in places, much like her breasts. But her hips flared, giving a rounded shape that seemed almost out of proportion to her waist and even her breasts. And her backside was plump, too plump for Evangeline’s liking, which was why she rarely wore form-fitting clothing.

The only problem was that since Drake had prearranged most of the clothing she had purchased, it had nearly all been form-fitting and what he considered sexy on her.

Nothing he’d said, either verbally or in his body language, suggested he found anything wrong with her “plumpness.” Evangeline’s girlfriends rolled their eyes and reprimanded her every time she used the word plump when describing herself, but what was the use in lying to herself? She had a mirror and she could see she was not what society viewed as the perfect woman. And Drake, who could have much more desirable women with the flick of his fingers, had chosen her and grew angry when she downplayed her assets or lack thereof, and he very bluntly told her it was bullshit.


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