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)
I squirmed at the wicked sensation.
He grinned. “Are you dripping, Ella? Does knowing that I’m going to punish you turn you on?”
I nodded breathlessly. “Yes, Master.”
“Thank hell for that because I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.” With a flash of darkness, he let my wrist go and ordered, “Touch me. See for yourself.”
My hands shook as I rubbed my palm against his throbbing heat.
He hissed between his teeth, his hips rocking into my touch. “Jesus Christ, I need you.” Snatching my hair, he jerked my head back and kissed me.
Hard.
With teeth.
And tongue.
And hot, dark savagery.
I kissed him back, my fingers curling around his cock, squeezing as hard as I could through the denim.
With a guttural grunt, he pushed me away and pointed toward the bathroom. “Go. Before I bend you over the couch.”
Stumbling in a sex fog that turned my entire body into a pulsing storm, I tripped into the bathroom and grabbed the large paper bag from the sink.
Taking it back to him, I did my best to stop shaking as he gave me a rewarding smile. “Good girl.” Taking it, he commanded, “Now...strip.”
I froze.
My heart thundered as he raised an eyebrow.
“I won’t ask again, Ella. Undress. Show me what belongs to me. Show me how wet you are.”
With my blood burning and bones aching, I reached for my zipper and struggled out of my little black dress. The noise of each zipper-tooth coming undone echoed in the thick sexual haze between us.
Nick stiffened as my dress puddled around my ankles, leaving me in a see-through white underwear set with little silver flowers stitched over my nipples.
“Christ, you’re stunning,” he choked. “How...how in the world did I deserve you?”
His worship was out of character for the scene, but it only made me trip deeper into him.
“Because I was born to be yours,” I whispered, unhooking my bra and stepping out of my knickers.
I stood bare before him, proudly, bravely, desperately.
He drank his fill. His eyes lingered on my breasts before following the glittering wet trail of my arousal down my inner thigh. “You’re so ready for me.”
“Always,” I confessed. “Every night you heard me with my vibrator, I was thinking of you. I imagined you coming into my room, snatching it out of me, then filling me with your cock—”
“Fuck.” He fisted himself and squeezed. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside you.”
I smiled. “Get inside me then, so you can come.”
His eyes narrowed. “And forget about your punishment?” He licked his lips. “Oh no, my sweet little submissive. First, you’re going to cry for me, and then you’re going to moan.”
My entire body jerked.
Letting himself go, he dumped the contents of the bag onto the couch. Tubes of arnica, lube, antiseptic, massage oil, electrolytes, painkillers, and burn gel tumbled out.
Burn gel?
My eyebrows shot up.
Nick noticed with a smirk. “For the carpet burn you’ll undoubtedly get on your knees as I ride you from behind.”
No words.
Gone.
In a puff of dirty desire.
For a man who’d been fighting this side of himself for so long, he’d stepped wholeheartedly into his role. He both orchestrated the abuse and then foresaw the aftercare. Two sides of him. The dark and the light. The Dominant and the lover.
I shivered and sank deeper into his dominion.
I felt so safe with him. So cared for. So seen.
“I love you, Nicholas,” I breathed.
His spine jerked straight as he palmed a small box from the contents on the couch. With calculated steps, he pressed against me and cupped my cheek. His green-hazel eyes dove into mine, stripped back, totally open for me to ransack his soul.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone, Ella. Nor will I ever again.” He kissed me ever so softly. “I’m yours. Every broken, reluctant, useless piece.”
I opened for him, stroking my tongue along his.
A groan escaped both of us, all while his hands worked between our chests.
I wanted to look down to see what he was doing, but then a soft thud of the box landed by my feet, and his fingers smoothed my hair over my shoulders.
Pulling away from the kiss, he turned me to face away and fastened something around my throat.
I touched the necklace as it settled firmly above my heart. Glancing down, I studied the solid gold medallion with an infinity knot carved into the middle and a border of stars around the edges.
My heart stopped. “Nick? What...”
“There’s a part of me—the part that’s well and truly prehistoric—that wants to keep you at my side at all times so everyone knows you’re taken. If I could, I’d collar you and mark you, but...I’m also not completely insane. So...this is my compromise.” He smiled almost sadly and kissed the tip of my nose. “Wear this so I know you’re mine. Maybe one day, if you don’t get sick of me or fail to keep me alive with your control over my heart, we’ll get married, and I’ll be able to trap you with a ring, but for now...this is my promise to you.”