Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Images flickered through his mind—all sent to him by his demon. The entity wanted her helpless. Wanted her to only be able to take what they gave.
Liking the idea, Levi used power alone to cuff her wrists and pin them high above her head. She gasped into his mouth. He swallowed the sound, grinding against her, his cock heavy and throbbing.
She kissed him harder, moaning in what could only be described as feminine demand. He softly slid his fingers into her hair, gently kneading her scalp … just as he bit her lip hard and tightened his hold on her throat, knowing the dual sensation of gentle and rough pushed her buttons.
Sure enough, her pupils dilated and her breath snagged in her throat. “Levi.”
“Need to be in you right fucking now,” he said, his hands dropping to her waistband. He only took the time to free one leg from her jeans and panties before tearing open his own fly. He cupped her pussy, his fingers probing. Hot slickness coated his fingers, and a growl crawled up his throat. “Already wet.” Just how he liked her.
Piper’s heart jumped as he gripped her ass and lifted her like she weighed nothing. The power shackling her wrists didn’t release her, it kept her pinned to the wall, pulsing and flexing. Which her demon totally dug. The blunt head of his cock bumped her folds and—
He slammed her down on his cock. Buried his full length inside her in one ruthless, unapologetic move that told her she was his to do with what he wished. And then he was fucking her. He didn’t thrust. He planted her on his cock over and over, using her brutally even as he looked at her like nothing else mattered.
It was wild. It was savage. It was carnal. And she absolutely drowned in it all.
A rush of cold swept over her skin as his eyes bled to black. “All fucking ours,” said the demon. Just like Levi had done, it bounced her up and down on its cock. But the demon was rougher, more impersonal … as if she was a mere sex toy it was using to get itself off.
Soon Levi was back, feverishly impaling her on his shaft. But the demon surfaced again shortly afterwards, dialing up the level of sexual aggressiveness once more.
On and on it went, winding her tighter and tighter and tighter until she couldn’t take anymore. Her release struck her like a white-hot bolt of lightning and thundered through her. It was a storm that wrenched a scream from her throat and scattered her thoughts so completely she was barely aware of Levi locking his cock deep in her body as he exploded.
Once their orgasms had finally subsided, she nuzzled his neck. “Congrats on your win.”
He pressed a kiss to her head and released her wrists. “Thank you, baby.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Still, that whole throwing me over your shoulder thing—”
“You liked it.”
“I did not.”
He smiled. “Liar. You simply feel compelled to whine because you think you shouldn’t have liked it.”
“Um, excuse me, I do not whine or—”
“And you liked watching me fight. I reckon you were wet before I even touched you. Am I wrong?” He raked his teeth over her lower lip. “Tell me the truth, I dare you.”
She sniffed, planting her hands on his shoulders. “I can admit that watching you fight is kind of like foreplay. But it’s also nerve-wracking at the same time. I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
“But you were wet all the same, weren’t you?”
She tossed him a haughty look. “Are we done here? Because I’m ready to leave.”
Feeling a chuckle rumble out of him, Levi threaded his fingers through her hair, drinking in the sight of her, pure male possession filling him from head to toe. “Do something for me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “The last time you said that, you slid a ring on my finger and asked that I never take it off.”
And she’d agreed on the condition that he’d wear a matching one. Like he’d ever have objected. His demon was still unbelievably smug that she’d claimed them. “I need you to do something a little different this time.”
“What?” she asked, wary.
“Take my surname.” He palmed the side of her face. “I know it’s not always done. I know you might not think it necessary. But we’ll be starting a family at some point.” The more he saw her cuddling and fussing over Anaïs, the more he imagined her with their baby. “I want us to have the same surname when we do.” He held his breath as he awaited her answer.
A little smile curled one side of her mouth. “Sounds reasonable,” she said, sliding her hand over the Pied Piper tattoo on his upper arm that she’d given him weeks ago. “I’m all about being reasonable.”