Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Not mere humiliation. He still wanted her. Oh, she had no doubt what was going through that male brain of his. He was telling himself he could still use her, probably should, that it would be foolish to not fuck the woman who’d betrayed him. Hell, she owed it to him.
But those were all excuses. She shimmied out of her shorts, tossing them aside, too. His brain was coming up with a million reasons he could still have her, but there was one he wouldn’t acknowledge. There was only one reason he could still want her.
He still cared deep down. Josh was the type of man who could easily turn off his emotions. She’d watched him do it. Why hadn’t he been able to do it with her?
If there was even a spark of feeling for her left in his soul, she had a chance. She could use sex to bind him, to keep that little flame alive so it could grow again.
But she wouldn’t do that by fighting him. No. She had to play this his way. “I’ll be waiting for my Master. Waiting to give you comfort in any way you need.”
She started to move past him, but one hand came out, tangling in her hair and tugging her close. Her belly brushed against his cock and his eyes closed briefly.
“Anything?” The word was a challenge.
Now she could see him for what he was. An angry, wounded predator who couldn’t quite eat his prey. He couldn’t make himself let go. This was the only way he could have her. But wounds could heal and they had some time. “Anything.”
He leaned in. “What does that make you?”
She was sure there were a ton of nasty words going through his head in answer to that question. Whore. Slut. Skank. Prostitute. But there was only one word for her. “Yours, Joshua. It makes me yours.”
He didn’t seem to have a pithy comeback for that and released her. “Go clean yourself up. I’ll be there in a minute. I mean it, Kay. Anything I want.”
“Anything.”
As she walked into the gorgeous bathroom, she was feeling better. Her lion was roaring and she wasn’t going to come out of this without some wounds of her own, but she healed fast. And he wasn’t throwing her out.
She still had a shot and she was going to take it.
* * * *
What the hell was he doing? He hated her. It sat in his belly like a sickening anchor, weighing him down. He hated her and his cock still hardened at the mere thought of her. He hadn’t locked the door because he’d known damn well she would come looking for him. He fucking wanted her to find him, to see him without a stitch on, and then he was going to order her to her own room where she could fuck herself.
And the instant he’d caught sight of her, her eyes red from crying—fucking crocodile tears—he’d known he wasn’t about to let her off that easy. She owed him. That was it. She’d signed a contract and she owed him obedience and sex. He’d gotten a bunch of anger out sparring with Declan, but it was rushing back in and he could let it fester or find another way to cope.
His cock knew exactly what it wanted.
He would still throw her out. He would still get rid of her because she was a liar and a manipulator and the worst kind of woman, but as long as she was here, why not use her for what she was good for?
Every muscle ached, but nothing worse than his…god, he couldn’t even think that word. Couldn’t give her that much control over him. He’d been stupid. He’d known she was too good to be true and guess what?
But some of what Declan and Shane said had pierced through his rage. There was an agent out there who had likely been killed in action, and Josh’s connections were the only way to get to the truth. He might hate the way the CIA had gone about it, but could he really not try to help?
They’d also talked about getting his privacy back, ensuring no one ever heard that tape. He was in the same position with the Agency as he was with his blackmailer. They had him by the balls.
But Kayla needed him and he fully intended to use that to his advantage.
He would use her for what he’d brought her in for in the first place. Sex and submission.
He stalked into the shower. It was a monstrosity of a shower with natural rock and an open entrance. He stopped as the marble of the floor gave way to the tile of the shower. Despite the fact that she’d ripped his world apart with those well-manicured hands of hers, his breath caught because she was the single most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was graceful and slender, her long raven-black hair falling to brush against the cheeks of her ass. Her face was turned up to the hot water as though it could wash away her sins.