Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Another droplet of need.
A heavy emptiness needing to be filled.
I feared him and wanted him.
I hated that he had to share a past he obviously detested. I pitied him that his mind had protected him from all of this, yet his present dragged every dirty memory to the surface.
My thoughts raced and collided for ever agreeing to this.
For making him become this.
I grew wetter and hotter, and God…
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
I-I couldn’t help it.
I wanted to save him, submit to him…
I felt ashamed and embarrassed and so turned-on that tears prickled up my spine.
I couldn’t look.
Closing my eyes, I did my best to remember who I was.
I was strong. I was smart. I—
Henri suddenly crowded me against the cross. His heat, his hardness, his power.
I moaned as he grabbed my chin and forced my eyes up.
His skin blazed with wildfire. His lips wet from his tongue. Tipping my head to the side, he whispered, “Don’t be afraid of me. You promised you wouldn’t be afraid—”
“I’m not.” I sagged against him, humming under his touch. “I’m afraid of myself. Of how much I need you.”
“I can see how wet you are. It’s taking everything I have not to fuck you and forgo all this shit.” His hand holding the whip grazed along my hipbone. His thumb stroked those maddening little Morse code swirls, sending me messages of love and togetherness. “I’m jumping out of my skin, Ily.”
Behind him, Victor kissed Rachel as he finished clamping silver things to her breasts. She didn’t utter a single word to her Master, yet I had a million I wanted to say to mine.
Henri sensed the racing alphabet of my thoughts as he nipped the shell of my ear. “If you’ve changed your mind about doing this—”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not that…”
He groaned and pressed his hips against mine. His cock branded me through his jeans, hinting I wasn’t the only one struggling with right and wrong. “Feel that? I could climax right now. One touch from you and I’d cover you in cum.”
I shuddered.
I bit my bottom lip as his voice entered me, stroked me, made my entire body quiver.
How could I have this reaction with Victor in the room?
How could I even think about sex after what’d happened last night?
For a second, I feared my mind had snapped, and this was just another coping mechanism, but then Henri kissed his way along my jaw and captured my lips with his.
Everything fell away.
All of it.
My heart ached with a thousand bruises as he licked me.
The kiss wasn’t just a kiss but everything we couldn’t say and everything we would always mean.
I’m yours.
You’re mine.
I love you.
I’ll free you.
Teeth and tongue, breath and bliss.
He groaned as I nipped at his bottom lip. I moaned as he grabbed my bare breast.
For a moment, I let romance carry us away. Enchantment and passion blocked out the entire island, but as Henri’s hand skated from my hips and dove between my legs—as two fingers slipped exquisitely deep inside me and he stumbled as if my wetness completely undid him, I pulled away from his mouth and provoked the sinner he was.
He wouldn’t do this without trusting me. And he couldn’t trust me unless I played.
So…I played.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” I spat on the floor.
In my lust-hazy stare, Victor smirked across the room.
The more Victor thought I hated this—that I obeyed merely because of what I’d seen in the caves—the less he’d see the truth.
The truth that I was absurdly, alarmingly, absolutely in love with Henri freaking Mercer.
“Get away from me,” I hissed, committing to this ruse. “I hate you.”
Henri didn’t just freeze, he died.
Perished right before me.
Blackness hooded his eyes.
For a moment, he looked as if he’d throw up—the good parts forbidding him from enjoying this—but then the bad parts…all those parts cultivated in those formative years. The parts that’d evolved from sheer terror and survival sprang into being.
I didn’t need psilocybin to see the devil before me.
Didn’t need bat wings or hallucinations to witness his transformation.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his kiss-swollen lips.
Not looking away, he inserted both into his mouth and sucked. Hard.
His moan was pure eroticism. His flicking tongue as he cleaned my flavour from his fingers deliciously perverse.
Finishing the last drop, he grabbed my chin with his wet hand and descended into all that black. “You tell me not to touch you, little nightmare, yet your body fucking drips for me.”
“Go to hell.”
Oh God.
I was prepared to fight him back. To show him I was still here and not broken.
But I wasn’t prepared for the addictive rush of filthy, greedy yearning.
His entire body shuddered. “Only if I can take you with me.”
Victor chuckled as he ran a soft flogger over Rachel’s barely-there baby bump. His eyes flickered to us as if amused by our show.