Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“What happened?” I ask myself, my hand coming up to my head. It’s all so foggy, and everything is sore. Like maybe I got really drunk and fell down a flight of stairs. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that. I can be a klutz.
“I found you.”
Looking over to the open bedroom door, I see Ryat leaning up against the doorway. His arms crossed over his chest, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white hoodie with the sleeves pushed up to show his toned forearms. The color makes his skin look even tanner than it already is. His emerald eyes are bright, and his lips twitch as if he wants to smile but refuses to allow himself that simple gesture to let me know he’s having fun.
“You cheated,” I say, and his eyes fall to my chest. Looking down, I realize I’m naked. “Where’s my dress?” I ask, running my hands over my stomach. I’m not even going to ask about my underwear. I’m sure he ripped those.
“Burned it,” he answers with no remorse.
“Ryat,” I growl, watching as he pushes off the doorway and stalks over to the bed. His eyes slowly rove over my exposed body, and his tongue comes out to run across his lips. “You can’t keep burning my clothes.” I try to sound like it matters that he scorched an expensive dress, but by the way his eyes are heating up my body, I don’t really give a fuck what he did to it.
When I sit up, the room spins, but I freeze when I feel something. “What—?” I trail off when that smile he was holding back appears on his face.
He arches a brow. “Something wrong?”
“What did you do?” I ask, terror gripping my chest at the feel of my ass. There’s something there.
He reaches his hand up, rubbing his freshly shaven jaw. “It’s what I’m going to do.”
Shoving him out of my way, I fumble to get out of the bed, but my knees wobble, throwing my body into his.
Reaching up, he grips my hair and yanks my head back, holding me in place. I hiss in a breath, his force making me stumble on shaky legs, but his free hand wraps around my waist, pulling me into him to hold me up. Lowering his lips to my neck, he whispers, “You need to take it easy, little one. You’re still coming down off your sedative.”
Once he lets go of me, I make my way to the bathroom. There’s a long counter with his and her sinks at either end. Below the countertop is nothing but matte black-painted drawers. There are three rows running down and four across. The countertop is white marble to match the floor. Lights line the top of the tall mirror, making me blink my sensitive eyes.
Turning on the far sink to the right, I bend over but pause. My eyes shoot to his in the mirror when he enters behind me, my heart picking up. “Ryat?” My voice shakes nervously.
I reach around just as he steps up behind me. He grabs my wrists and slams his body into mine, pushing me down onto the white marble counter. I let out a shaky breath, the motion brushing my hair across the smooth surface. “Ryat?” I ask, my heart now racing.
“Shh,” he breathes against the side of my head. Letting go of me, he stands up but places his hand on my back to keep me bent over.
His free hand goes between my legs, and he pushes on my ass, and I feel something … inside me? I tense.
“Have I done anything to you that you haven’t enjoyed?” He muses.
“No.” My heart is pounding, and my mind is trying to think of what the fuck happened while I was out.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I feel pressure where I’ve never felt it before.
“Yes,” I whimper, now panting. I trust Ryat more than I do anyone else, and even I understand how sad that is.
“While you were out, I put a butt plug in your ass.”
“You what?” I shriek and try to get up, but his hand on my back prevents it.
“Calm down.” He slaps my thigh, and I yelp. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Blake. It’s time I get what’s mine.”
Gripping my hair, he yanks me to stand, pulling my back to his front. His free hand wraps around my throat from behind, forcing me to lift my chin.
The new position has me feeling the plug. I groan at the way it presses into me. So unfamiliar, yet also good at the same time. I can feel it not only in my ass, but also in my pussy. The thought of it just being there makes me feel even more submissive to him.
“Contrary to what you believe, I don’t want to hurt you, Blake,” he says, his eyes boring into mine in the mirror. “I had to stretch that tight ass in order to get it ready for my cock.”