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)
“A promise?”
“That I will try every damn day to deserve you.”
I traced the infinity symbol as his eyes followed my finger.
“It’s your new safe word,” he whispered. “Because infinity is what we are. We do this and that’s it, Ella. Forever.”
I stood quaking on the carpet.
“Do you still want me?” he suddenly groaned, unable to hide his fear. “Do you still accept me, knowing how much I need you?” Fisting my hair, he bared his teeth. “I’m not kidding when I say I’m obsessed with you. Utterly, completely obsessed. I’m obsessed with how smart you are, how courageous and brilliant and kind. I’m obsessed with how you smell and taste and sound. I love that we’re in the same field. That you share my thirst for knowledge and aren’t afraid to step outside the mainstream doctrine to find cures that might exist elsewhere. I love that I feel so comfortable with you, even when trying to push you away. I love that you feel like home...even on the very first day I moved in.”
An avalanche of love.
An explosion of so many feelings.
Slinging my arms around his neck, I breathed into his throat. “I want you, Nicholas Davis. For infinity and beyond.”
He hugged me back.
Vicious and vice-like.
And then he let me go, stepped away, and snatched up the ties.
In the harshest, hottest demand, he growled, “In that case, press against the wall between the TV and the side table. Spread your legs and arms. It’s time for your punishment.”
Chapter Seventeen
MY NIPPLES GRAZED AGAINST THE CREAM-PAINTED walls as I panted hard. I tried to look over my shoulder at Nick, but my neck refused to contort that far.
The sound of his blazer being shrugged off and his t-shirt being ripped over his head gave me a perfect mental image of a washboard stomach, bulging jeans, and a man who would well and truly ravage me.
His shoes clunked against the floor as he kicked them off. His bare feet appeared between mine.
Every nerve ending stung with overwhelming intensity. His proximity. His threat. His self-control. It made me gasp and shudder and an embarrassing amount of desire rolled lazily down my inner thigh.
I flinched as his fingers suddenly cupped me. Spearing his index through my wetness, a feral growl escaped him. “Jesus, Ella, you’re soaking already.”
Because of you...
I gasped as he breached my entrance. Shallow and teasing.
“If I wanted to make you come like this...how long would it take?” he breathed, sinking a second finger exquisitely deep.
I squirmed against the wall. My hips rolled.
In a single second, he reverted me from woman to want.
Just want.
I wanted, wanted, wanted...
Words acted like a noose around my throat. Unable to give him a reply, I arched my ass back, rocking myself against his touch, forcing him to finger me deeper.
Seconds...I’d come in seconds if you give it to me hard.
“No reply? Well, then...no orgasm.” He tutted and withdrew his fingers, smearing liquid lust over my clit. “You are a dirty, filthy girl, Ella Fitzgerald, and I suppose it’s up to me to redeem you.”
Freaking hell.
I could add another fetish to my new list.
Bodily fluids were definitely up there after what Hunter and Nick had done to me.
And I could safely say dirty talk set my entire body on fire.
“What are you going to do to me, Master?” I moaned, my voice hitched and breathy.
“I already told you,” he whispered into my ear, pressing me against the wall with his bare chest. “I’m going to make you scream.”
“Oh God.”
“On second thought.” He pushed away and padded from the living room before returning with another tie. “Open.”
My lips parted for him to wedge the silky material between my teeth.
“Bite down.”
I obeyed, shivering as he tied the gag around the back of my head.
“That’s better. I want you screaming but not so loudly the neighbours think I’m murdering you. Then again...” Running his hand from my nape, down my spine, and along my ass crack, he growled, “I have thought about strangling you.”
I stiffened.
“Oh, not like that, sweetheart,” he purred. “Not because I’m a bastard who would ever take it that far but because I really, really need you to be as destroyed as me. I want you to know what it feels like to gasp for air whenever I see you making coffee in the morning. Or the way I struggle to speak whenever you smile at me in the lab. You’ve strangled me a thousand times since I met you, Ella. It’s only fair I return the favour.”
My entire core clenched on nothingness.
Needing to be filled.
Desperately.
“Nick...” A garbled mess thanks to the gag.
“Master to you,” he snapped. A sharp spank landed on my ass cheek.
“Ah.” I slammed into the wall, trying to get away.
“Think you can go somewhere? Let’s erase that silly idea right now, shall we?” Dropping to his haunches behind me, he ran his hands down the back of my thighs, his thumbs massaging me, smearing my arousal, coating me in shivers and heat. “You really are delicious, Ella. When I saw you bare for the first time, wedged between Hunter’s legs, ready for me to whip you, I almost came in my jeans.”