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)
We couldn’t talk freely. We could barely talk at all on this fucked-up island, but…I trusted Henri.
I trusted in our vow.
And I let go.
I dove into that black.
I let the twisted creature who’d been born the night of the treasure hunt take control. To embrace her fury, her lust, her violence.
“Touch me again, and I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
A gush.
Not a droplet this time but a river of hot, slick, ravenous need.
“Ah, Ily…” Falling on me, he bit my neck above my collar. “Are you sure you want to threaten me?”
“Get off me.”
He chuckled.
The softest hiss of the whip on stone echoed as he flicked it left and right.
An orgasm kindled in my core.
Already?
How?
God, why?
Why did this turn me on so much?
How much more could I stand before I shattered without a single touch?
He grabbed my jaw. His fingers scalded; body heat seared.
I gulped as electricity crackled between us.
“Tell me again what will happen if I touch you? Because…” He licked my cheek, his tongue pointed and cruel. “I’m touching you.”
I moaned.
My heart flurried.
My fault.
My choice.
I’d allowed my synapses to accept this.
Encouraged my system to crave his.
And damn…I craved and craved and craved.
Grasping at sanity’s shore that seemed so far away, I bared my teeth. “You’re sick.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He shuddered as if he couldn’t control the hungry beast snarling in his eyes. Wedging his hips against mine, he thrust. The iron rod in his jeans stabbed against my belly. “Feel that? See how much your fire turns me on? See how badly I want to snuff it out?”
Words flew away.
All I could see was his smoky-grey eyes. Heavy lidded, magnetic, hypnotic, demonic.
His hands feathered into my hair, the whip dangling from his right and branding my shoulder. Pulling me forward until my shoulders threatened to pop from the hook holding me in place, he hovered his mouth over mine.
My lips stung for his kiss.
I grew drunk and dizzy, waiting, needing—
Without warning, he flipped me as nastily as Victor had.
I moaned as my breasts wedged against the cross. My stomach and cheek smashing against the wood. My criss-crossed wrists kept me trapped. “Henri—”
“Master H, if you don’t mind.” His slightly calloused hands roamed over my back and ass. Squeezing hard, he spread my cheeks and wedged his hips against me. “Fuck, I want to take you here.”
True fear returned, amplifying my out-of-control need into something heart-fistingly potent.
The gemstone dildos Victor had given us. Would Henri use them? Did he truly plan to take me there?
I’d never…
I didn’t want—
“Christ, you’re soaking.” His fingers drove from behind, spearing inside my core, sending me soaring onto my tiptoes.
I didn’t just moan this time, I cried out—tortured and tormented, desperate and dark.
Running his nose along my tattooed spine, he murmured, “I honestly have no idea how I’m going to react when I start whipping you, Ily, so…I suggest you hold on.”
My heart skipped. “Wait…don’t—”
“You look fucking amazing strung up like this.” Two fingers became three. My mind blacked out. “Ride my hand. Come for me like a good little girl, then maybe I won’t whip you after all.”
His command soaked into my blood.
Any normal person would obey. They’d choose a release over pain and do whatever it took, but today…I wasn’t normal. He wasn’t normal. In this place, we were abnormal.
And so…my response was the only one I could give.
Clamping my legs together, I tried to bruise his wrist. “Stop touching me, you bastard.”
Hissing between his teeth, he yanked his hand away.
I mourned the loss of being filled, but then…his body heat vanished too. His footfalls tripped unevenly away. And the slither of that terrifying whip ratcheted up my pulse until I breathed with quick little pants. True terror shoved aside my script. “Henri…wait…”
“Master H is my title. Use it.”
“Don’t—”
“Too late.” He made a guttural noise that made my hair stand on end. “I tried to warn you and even gave you an out. You didn’t take it.”
The quiet hiss of leather flying through the air landed with the sting of a thousand angry bees.
“Ah fuck.” I jolted. My cuffs jingled. My back burned.
Never.
I’d never felt anything so sharp, so stinging, so savage.
The whip snapped over my left shoulder blade, burning me with a million fires. The ink down my spine seemed to throb, the tip of my wand pulsing with heinous magic.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Henri groaned.
I scrambled against the cross. The hook clanged against its chain. And I screamed as the whip sang again—
“Ahhh!” The second lash burrowed deep into my skin, blazing on my other shoulder blade.
“Your tanned skin makes me work harder for those red welts,” he groaned. “You should see what I see. See how drenched you are. See how you arch into the whip’s kiss.”
He struck again.
I collapsed against the cross, my shackles holding me upright.