Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please hurt me.”
His eyes blaze with a feral hunger. I have pushed him past the point of no return. He’ll take me now, claim me as his own in the most primal of ways.
And I want it. Need it. Crave it with every fiber of my being.
With a growl, he tears at the fabric of my nightgown, rending it to shreds as he exposes my body to him. His fingers trace a path down my chest, pausing to tease my nipples into hard peaks before continuing their descent.
He cups my sex possessively, his fingers delving into my wet folds as he strokes me in long, languid strokes. Each touch sends a bolt of pleasure coursing through me, lighting me up from the inside out.
I writhe beneath him, desperate for more as he continues to tease me. He knows what he is doing to me, and he obviously revels in it.
“Please.” My voice is hoarse with need. “Please.”
With a wicked grin, he slides a finger inside me, pumping it in and out with slow, deliberate strokes that have me crying out in pleasure.
And then he is inside me, filling me completely as he begins to move with a relentless rhythm that drives me wild. Each thrust sends another wave of pleasure crashing over me, until I’m mindless with need.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper as I meet him thrust for thrust. His cock is big—too big. So big that my pussy stretches to accommodate him, the feeling painful but so, so good. I climb higher and higher, my body tensing as I near the peak.
His fingers find my clit, flicking it, pinching it, leaving me breathless and trembling beneath him.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips, his possession of me clear and undeniable. “But next time I share. I share what is mine and will always be mine.”
I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as I ride out the waves of pleasure. Each word he speaks only serves to heighten my arousal, the thought of being shared sending a new thrill of excitement.
Share. To be shared…
He continues to thrust into me, each stroke drawing a moan from my lips as he takes me higher and higher. The tension builds inside me, coiling tightly in my belly as I near the edge.
With one final thrust, I shatter, crying out as I come hard around him.
He follows quickly after, his own release triggering another wave of pleasure that leaves me soiled, filthy, and spent beneath him.
We lie there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat as we catch our breath. And then like the times before, he rolls off me, pulls up his pants and leaves me lying in the dirt alone. Hunted and then taken.
But then he pauses, looks over his shoulder, and says, “You’ve made mistakes, fawn. Consequences happen for those.”
Chapter 5
Soren
Merrick’s tongue traces the shell of my ear before he nips at it lightly. “I told you I’d come with you,” he growls quietly into my neck. “You shouldn’t be out here in the cold alone.”
I turn to face him, our eyes locking in an intense gaze. The moonlight casts long shadows on his face, turning him mysterious and almost sinister. “There’s no reason for both of us to freeze our asses off.”
I return my attention to the cottage, noticing movement inside. Fiora really should close her curtains. Is her front door ever locked? Dangerous men could be outside watching—like right now—and she’d have no idea.
Merrick wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as he sits down and settles in next to me. I feel the warmth radiating off his body, a stark contrast to the icy air around us. His scent envelops me, a comforting and familiar smell that normally would have me burying my cock deep within his ass.
But tonight we have a job to do.
“Braken wanted to go to Seattle to follow up on some disturbing news he received in regards to Fiora. He called me and asked if I could come sit outside and keep watch earlier than we planned,” I murmur, my eyes never leaving the movement inside the cottage.
“I don’t know,” Merrick begins. “I think we’re playing with fire here. You used to work for the Godwin family. You know how dangerous they can be. And if this girl is one of them, and we got her involved with—”
“We told Braken we’d keep watch over her, and that’s what we’ll do,” I say.
He’s right, however. The Godwins are a powerful, unforgiving family, notorious for their ruthless tactics and vengeful nature. I advanced my way up the ranks and made a shit load of money working for their company Poseidon. I then used that money to go into partnership with Locke, Merrick, and Braken with The Vault. I rarely cross paths with the Godwins now, and I prefer it that way. Washing blood off my hands is a distant memory—one that may forever haunt me, but still in the past.