Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He turned into an animal.
Marching me backward, he slammed me against some unfortunate person’s fence. The palings dug into my back, the unsanded wood snagging on my dress.
I should be afraid of his intensity.
I should run from his violence.
But all my body wanted was to beg for more and more and more.
“Fuck, who are you?” he snarled before he attacked me again, drowning me, consuming my every thought as he drove a hand between my legs. I moaned as his tongue gagged me, drinking me as well as tasting me, giving me all the bruises I’d asked for.
My legs gave out as his hand cupped me with harsh ownership.
The orgasm that lived in my teeth, my eyes, my bones, my blood, all arrowed to his touch, pounding, throbbing, waiting for that final push to break.
I held my breath as his fingers shot beneath my dress and teased my underwear, shoving aside the scrap of silk to—
“Eh, Hunter. You might want to stop before the police are called.”
The world came crashing back as he ripped his mouth from mine, breathing hard, eyes glazed, lips swollen.
I blinked, utterly lost and completely boneless.
“Giselle, what the hell?” He pushed away from me, ripping his fingers from beneath my dress and wiping his mouth with his knuckles. His hand trembled just like my entire body. Shooting me a look, he shook his head as if the same spell that’d ensnared me had done the same to him.
Oh my God.
We almost had sex against a fence.
In my local neighbourhood.
What the hell was I thinking?
“I figured I’d better break up this little show before you were arrested.” Giselle, the woman wearing a bright red leotard, smirked. Her cheek held a matching glittery lightning bolt like Hunter’s did. Her dark hair scraped back into a high, sleek ponytail.
“Jesus Christ.” He raked both hands through his hair, glowering at my arousal still glistening on his fingers. “What the hell was that?”
Giselle snickered. “It looked like you two touched and then exploded. I must admit, I was enjoying the spectacle, but figured I better step in before you ended up humping each other on someone’s front lawn.”
“Thanks.” Hunter pinched his nose, trying to get his breathing under control. When he finally dropped his hand, his purple eyes locked on mine. “Definitely a witch. How did you do that to me?”
“Me?” I blinked all innocently. “You were the one who shoved me against the fence.”
“It was you telling me how you crave a man to have such power over you that you can’t take a breath without his permission.”
“You said that?” Giselle asked, her smirk falling. “Oh dear.” Coming to my side, she whispered in my ear, “You really shouldn’t have said that to him.”
“What? Why?” I whispered back.
“Well, Hunter has a minor addiction when it comes to control.”
“Control?” I shivered.
“He’s a natural Dominus. A Dominant. But not just any Dom who gets off on overpowering someone in sex. He gets off on the whole ownership. The rush of protecting her and providing for her. The knowledge that he is everything to someone, just like they are everything to him. He wants to be the moon and stars to her, just as she is the sun and flowers to him.”
“That’s...very poetic.” I rubbed my stinging mouth.
“And a big fat lie,” Hunter barked. “Stop filling her head with fibs, Giselle. You’ll have her running away before I’ve had my fill.”
Giselle crossed her arms. “Perhaps that would be best for everyone.”
The way she said it sent prickles of foreboding darting down my spine.
I glanced down the shadowed road, wondering if that earth-shattering kiss was enough to survive on for the rest of my life. It might be prudent if I left now because I honestly didn’t think I’d survive if I slept with this man.
Grabbing my wrist, Hunter wrapped tight, unfightable fingers around me. “You’re not going anywhere. We had a deal, remember?”
“Deal?” Giselle looked back and forth between us. “What deal?”
“The deal where she gives me everything that she is, and I give her myself for free.”
Sighing heavily, Giselle shook her head. “You can’t keep her, you know. We’re leaving tomorrow. Just like we always—”
“I’m fully aware we’re leaving. And she is too. This is strictly a one-night thing.” Yanking me into him, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back. Staring into my eyes, he murmured, “But tonight, she’s mine. All fucking mine and I intend to dine on every piece.”
My unsatisfied orgasm threatened to ignite from his voice and words alone.
My pussy clenched on emptiness.
My body needed to be filled.
God, I’m in so much trouble.
Pulling me toward the road, he added, “Come. Best we get somewhere private before I lose control again.”
I tottered after him in my heels, my little bag swinging against my hip. “Wait...eh—”
“The time for worries has passed. You’re mine now.” He flashed me a grin. “And I’m yours. Happy birthday.”