Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Tell me,” I snap. “What do you know? If you know nothing, why did you come to Viktor? You’re contradicting yourself, Isabella.”
I whip the belt across her butt again, crisscrossing where I left off. The good thing about a belt is that it builds in intensity, each strike magnifying the last. I’m no stranger to a little bedroom kink. I know how to make it sting and how to make that sting last. A man can be questioned with muscle. A woman needs a much finer touch.
When she still doesn’t answer me, I kick her legs apart, loop the belt again, and slap it against her bare, perfectly pink pussy. She hisses in a breath and squeezes her eyes shut, but I don’t miss the glint of wetness on her pussy lips. I swallow hard, ignoring the heady haze of arousal that threatens to blind me.
I slap her again and again, but she doesn’t move. I fucking swear, with her low moan and the way her eyes have fluttered closed, she’s on the edge of subspace, for Christ’s sake.
I toss the belt down and reach for her hair. I fist it and yank her head back. “Tell me.”
Her mouth flies open, but she doesn’t say a word.
“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to find out who matters to you. I’ll try different methods to get the truth out of you. Pain, fear, maybe even well-earned pleasure.”
I’m determined to break her down mentally, the most effective way of extracting information from most prisoners. At that, her eyes fly open, her pupils dilated with heated arousal. She licks her perfect lips.
“Please do,” she says in a breathy whisper.
Alright, this isn’t working.
I go back to my knife and slowly, deliberately sharpen it in front of her. The sound of metal scraping metal heightens the tension in the room, and I swear she looks excited.
“Knife play?” she asks in the same voice one might croon about a delicious delicacy. “Mmm.”
I press the blade between her breasts, the cool metal making the skin it touches turn white.
Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes, wide and luminous, lock onto mine with a mixture of fear and arousal.
“Are you going to tell me anything now?”
She swallows hard, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. My dick aches, imagining how fucking good it would be to have that gorgeous, pouty, full mouth wrapped around my cock.
Another option, if I need it. I’ll keep that shit in mind.
I drag the knife downward, just enough to leave a trace of a line on her skin. She gasps, her back arching toward the blade.
“What do you want to know?” she whispers in a hoarse voice.
“What is your brother planning?” I twist the blade and trace the curve of her breast. She whimpers softly, her hands fisting. It’s the first sign of any weakness. She isn’t impermeable, then.
“Stay still, Isabella,” I snap, my voice a low command.
I love the way her name rolls off my tongue. I love having her at my command. To win the attention of a woman like this would be a man’s crowning joy. To win her devotion, his absolute triumph. Beauty is fleeting, but her fire and brilliance, her indomitable spirit and fierce intelligence behind those captivating eyes—now that’s what drives a man to his knees.
Her breath becomes erratic as I continue my slow, tortuous path with the blade. The knife passes over her stomach, and I watch her emotions play out on her face—excitement, definite arousal, and something that hints at fear.
“Good girl,” I praise softly. Still testing. Every word and move a litmus test. I pause with my knife just above her pubic area. I let it rest there, a silent threat. When she bites her lip and stifles a moan, I turn the knife so the hard nub of the handle is at the vee between her thighs. I press it down. It slides easily through her slick folds. She bucks and whimpers.
“Do you want to come, Isabella? Do you want a reward?” I circle the handle of the knife and press it further down between her legs.
Her mouth parts open in a silent gasp, her eyes filled with horror and anticipation. Holding her gaze, I press the handle deeper in. Her breathing hitches as I slide it in and out.
“You like this,” I say in a low whisper. “You dirty, dirty little slut.” A wicked grin lights her face, and she spreads her legs wider.
“Takes one to know one,” she says in a breathy whisper. A trickle of arousal wets my fingers. I slow my pace and watch her reaction, then draw the handle of the blade slowly, so slowly, until it’s nearly out. She whimpers and writhes, her pelvis arching when I shove it back into her hot, slick folds. I twist it and press my thumb to her clit this time.