Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“Two million in whatever fucking currency you want. Two million to get your motherfucking fingers out of what is mine.”
Silence fell.
Everyone froze.
My watery eyes opened and only saw Henri.
Savage, secretive, sadistic Henri.
His shirt already off and dead by his feet. His loafers gone. Fingers fumbling at his zipper as he wrenched off his shorts and boxers, revealing the same cock I’d felt against me three separate times. An angry red scar marked his otherwise perfect thighs.
He fisted himself as if he cursed the part of his anatomy that’d gotten him into this place.
I saw every tiny detail.
I imprinted his beauty.
But beneath our physical connection, I sensed him.
Just like Krish had taught me.
Just like I’d been sensing him ever since I first laid eyes on him.
Henri was dark and dangerous, but beneath all that…deep, deep inside him, there was goodness and kindness and a soul that screamed to mine.
He visibly shook on the grass, his attention locked on my tears.
The kick in my chest. The smoke in my heart.
The way he looked at me made me believe he’d gladly pay two million per droplet just to drink the rain from my eyes.
Slowly, Victor removed his poisonous touch and tossed his brandy glass into the nearest bush. Spinning on his heel, he spread his arms. “Two million…going once. Going twice.” His blue eyes glowered at the other naked men. “Two million going a third and final time.”
With curses and twisted faces, the men began picking up their clothes. One by one, they shook their heads.
“One last time, gentlemen.” He sucked on one of his fingers that’d been inside me and gave an obnoxious groan. “She’s worth every penny, I assure you.”
A grumble of annoyance.
More clothes being hauled back on.
“Two million…” Victor dragged out the suspense, the drama, before smashing his hands together in a loud clap. “Sold! To the man—”
“—who is finally going to claim what’s belonged to him ever since he first saw her,” Henri growled. He didn’t cross the bridge. He waded into the moat, waking water over the grass and lapping it at the platform as he planted his hands on the wooden dais, shot upright as if he had wings making him immune to gravity, then stalked toward me.
Victor grabbed Henri’s bare bicep. “Fuck her however you want. But then you and me? We have a transaction to complete. I expect every euro you promised me.”
Henri didn’t reply.
He shook Victor off with a snarl, then marched directly into me.
With quaking hands, he grabbed my hips, ran his thumbs over my hipbones in the softest caress, then dug his fingers into my waist and hoisted me high.
“Legs around my hips. Do it.” His voice sounded inhuman, possessed by the devil and charred with soot.
I couldn’t look away from his steely-grey depths. I forgot about our agreement. I didn’t care that this was all an act. The way he looked at me gave me a place to hide, a place to thrive.
Fresh tears fell in gratitude, and he fell on me like a starving beast.
Shoving me painfully against the pole, he reached between us and grabbed his thick, hard cock. Bending his knees, he shifted me higher so my core lined up with his crown.
And then, he paused.
For half a heartbeat.
And whatever existed that shouldn’t exist billowed and gusted between us.
“I’m sorry,” he grunted, and then...
He impaled me.
Took me.
Fucked me.
One savage thrust.
One violent claiming.
I cried out.
He groaned.
Two bodies suddenly became one with vicious brutality.
The wetness he’d conjured in the library with his whispers and promises, with his reluctance to hit me and his pleasure at my bruises, wasn’t enough. I’d grown dry thanks to Victor’s heinous touch.
My body revoked him.
I pinched.
I pained.
Wincing, I jerked against the pole as his large length invaded and possessed, selfishly and resolutely. But I didn’t tell him no. I didn’t say a damn word.
This was him.
The demon I’d made a bargain with.
A man I’d given my trust to…for better or for worse.
His mouth fell on my cheeks. His tongue lapped up my tears, swift and hot, cleaning me of grief, washing me free from this place.
His cock twitched inside me.
His nostrils flared as he inhaled me.
A rumbling growl echoed in his chest as he ran his tongue to my ear and breathed, “Fuck, you feel—” His hips thrust forward, wedging me harder against the pole. “You feel—” He withdrew and stabbed again.
I flinched.
I hurt.
He pulled away just enough to look at me.
Our eyes locked, and this time…my body had a different reaction.
A quickening.
A fluttering.
His hips rocked in a questing pulse, almost as if speaking to the darkest part of me.
It answered.
Reluctant arousal melted deep within, soothing the pinch and pain, lubricating his invasive penetration.
His jaw clenched as my body slowly submitted.
Heat gathered in my belly.
My thighs trembled around his hips.
The chain jangled above my head as he coaxed me to melt even more, rocking into me with savage little pumps.