Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
“You’re safe here and so you will stay here.” After the blunt answer, I lower my lips to her nipples and alternate sucking on each, then nip at her full breasts. Her eyes go half-lidded but her mind is elsewhere.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I command her.
“Are they going to kill me?” she asks and then she swallows thickly. It seems we’re both at war internally. Which isn’t fair. This mess is for me to clean up. I’ve already told her that.
“You will listen to me,” I order her as my thumb tears through the fabric at her hips. I pull it away, and lift her thighs up so that my hips sit where I want them between her legs. My cock is eager to punish her pussy for once again defying me.
“If anyone else ever touched you,” I answer lowly and test the weight of her breasts before kneading them and kissing her tender flesh, “I’d kill them slowly. They’d die in agony and regret.”
She inhales a shuddered breath, and lust heats between us. Her head falls back and I take my time, letting the tips of my fingers slip along her soft skin, leaving goosebumps that I then kiss away.
“I already told you, not a soul will touch you so long as you listen to me and obey,” I remind her, and the threat of what will happen if she makes me tell her again is on the tip of my tongue, but instead of uttering the words, I find myself kissing her instead. Her lips part for me, her legs wrapping around my own. She is weak for me when I am strong for her. She is desperate for me as I am for her, but only when I demand it.
All of this is my fault for being weak when it comes to her. I’ve made my decision. I want her but the only side she’s allowed to see is the one where I dominate her, where she doesn’t have a choice. It’s the side of me she both wants and needs.
“You are mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“My sweet naïve girl, that’s all you’ll ever be, won’t you?”
“Yes, Declan.”
And you love me, don’t you? I almost question. But I stop myself and instead ask, “And you’re never going to leave me, are you?” I stroke my cock once and then press my head between her slick slit.
“Never. I won’t leave unless you tell me to.” The words rush from her as I tilt her hips slightly, gripping just under her ass, hard enough to bruise.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur at the shell of her ear and then thrust into her. Fuck. Her cunt is heaven. Tight and welcoming as I fuck her as deep as I can, taking my time with every thrust.
As I groan into her neck, letting the pleasure ride through me, I catch a glimpse of my beautiful Braelynn. Her eyes closed in rapture, her lips parted in pleasure.
This is all we need. I rock against her, knowing that she loves it. That she fucking loves me and everything I do to her. As I quicken my pace, she attempts to muffle her moans with the sheet and I’ll be damned if I let that happen.
Fisting the sheet, I rip it away from her. “Don’t you dare, my little fuck toy. Let me hear you.” With my hand on her throat, my thumb at her chin forcing her to stare back at me, I fuck her harder and deeper. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, moaning my name as I bring her closer and closer to the edge we’re both desperate to fall from.
My name.
Mine. Because she’s mine.
“You should have given her an out.” My eldest brother’s voice echoes as he stands in front of the door.
“It was too much for her.” Jase’s sorrow is heard but I can’t see either him or Carter. There’s only the door I know in my gut leads to her. Where the tub was. Where they tortured her. A prick at the back of my neck chills me to my core when I try to listen and hear nothing.
It’s only the drip, drip, drip of the water spilling over.
“I told you to give her time,” Carter tells me and I turn violently to face him, to warn him to leave us alone. With my jaw clenched and anger taken over the deepening fear, I still when there’s nothing there. Only an empty hall.
Thump, thump, thump … all I can hear is my heart.
A cold sweat lines the back of my neck as I face the door again.
“Braelynn?” I call out her name as I twist the freezing cold knob. “I told you to stay,” I grit out as the door creaks open, only to regret it. I regret it all.