Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“I want that, too.”
I watch as Ryan's hands move to the first knot securing my wrist to the chair. His fingers are deft, yet he takes his time, ensuring each loop unwinds smoothly and with care. The first thread of freedom loosens around my wrist, and I can already feel the rush of blood and sensation returning, an echo of the thrill that courses through me. He takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth for a kiss.
My eyes meet his, and the intensity in his gaze sends another wave of heat through me, and my girly bits tingle in anticipation. "You did so well," he praises, his voice soothing and filled with love. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm floating," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of lingering restraint and eager anticipation. "I trust you."
He moves to the knot at my other wrist, methodically working it free. The rope slips away, and I feel my arm released, the sensation almost like waking up from a sound sleep. I stretch slightly, savoring the freedom.
He kneels in front of me to untie the ropes around my ankles next. Each brush of his fingers, each deliberate movement, adds to the mounting desire building inside me.
"Almost there," he says softly, moving up to the knots binding my torso. His fingers slide under the loops, unwinding them with the same care and precision. The pressure around my chest eases with each movement, and I inhale deeply, proud of myself for doing something so brave.
As the final rope falls away, I can't help but close my eyes for a moment, feeling the sensation of total freedom wash over me. "There you go," Ryan says, lifting me against his muscular chest. “Are you okay, kitten?”
"I’m spectacular," I reply, the word escaping my lips in a breathless sigh. My body tingles with sensations, the memory of the ropes, the touch of Ryan’s hands, and the lingering warmth of his kisses. The rope play was way more than I’d expected. “Thank you for that.”
He lays me on the bed and crawls over my over-sensitized body. “I fucking love you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m going to show you how much.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the promise in his words, anticipation blooming into a full, fervent desire. "Please, show me," I beg, feeling the heat of his body against mine.
Ryan's eyes darken with that familiar mix of love and lust. As he leans in to kiss me, his lips soft and insistent, I lose myself in the connection, in the shared hunger that pulses between us.
He lines his cock up with my wet opening and slowly presses forward. Another small orgasm blasts through me as he starts to slowly circle his hips.
I dig my nails into his muscular back and hold on as the speed of his thrusts increases.
When he reaches between us and presses hard on my clit, I come screaming his name. He keeps thrusting as one climax rolls into another.
Chapter 9
Ryan
I'm sitting at my desk, the glow of my laptop illuminating the otherwise dark room. The clock on the wall reads 11:15 PM, but my inbox is still buzzing with a steady stream of emails that need answering.
Earlier, I helped Michela unpack a few boxes and then took her to dinner at The Broadway Steakhouse. She’s sound asleep in my bedroom right now, and I’m down here in my study trying to concentrate on work while my cock urges me to forget about everything but my kitten.
I ignore the fucker since business waits for no one, especially in my line of work, and I’ve been slacking over the last week while I wooed my little kitten. I’m halfway through my last email when my phone vibrates on the desk, the name "Lorenzo" flashing on the screen.
Motherfucker. My friend calling me at this hour can’t be good. I pick up the phone, bracing myself. "Hello."
"Ryan," he states, his voice is hard and clipped, lacking the usual camaraderie. "We need to have a little talk.”
Fuck me. There’s only one reason he’d be calling me so late. “What’s up?”
“I don’t want to discuss this over the phone. Come to The King's Castle. Now." What the fuck? Lorenzo came to Silver Spoon Falls without letting me or Michela know.
My stomach tightens as my heart pounds in my chest. The King's Castle is not just any place; it’s a private strip club owned by one of the most influential mafia bosses in the country. It’s a place where deals are made, and secrets are kept—and a place where things can get very dangerous very quickly. “What’s going on, Lorenzo?”
“This isn’t the time for questions,” he snaps, impatience clear in his tone. “Just get here. I need to talk to you. Immediately.”
I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to push back. "Alright. I'll be there in twenty minutes."