Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“I’m not going to restrain you this time. You’ll stay there if you know what’s good for you.”
I feel the threat in his tone and find myself nodding. I swallow hard. “Yes, sir.”
Something inside me rails at calling him sir, while my insides melt to jelly. I’m a paradox, it seems. Or he is. Maybe both of us.
He locks the door behind him, shrugs out of his jacket, tosses his keys with his jacket onto a nearby chair. His jaw set, he sits on the edge of the chair and removes his boots and socks until he’s barefoot, sitting before me in well-worn trousers and a faded black tee stretched tight across his arms and chest. Strong, powerful arms marked with ink. Strong, powerful arms that could hold me.
He lifts the edge of his t-shirt and peels it off, his muscles rippling in the dim light. He’s got a smattering of black hair with a touch of silver across his chest, and new ink I haven’t seen before. Intricate black details, Gaelic I can’t read from here. I swallow hard as he stalks over to me with his t-shirt fisted in one hand.
“Where are we?” I ask, risking a question.
“Clan bunker,” he says, surprising me by actually answering.
“Bunker. A hidden room, then? No one knows where it is. It’s where you go when you need to be safe?”
He works his jaw. I’m not supposed to be here, I’m guessing. “Aye.”
My heart thuds. “Do we need to be safe right now?”
A corner of his lips twitches, and his eyes glitter at me. “You’re not safe, baby.”
Don’t I know it. But he wouldn’t be amused if we were hiding from… bad guys or something.
I don’t really know what the men of the Clan do. I have no clue. I probably should, being the stepdaughter of one of their men, and a teacher at the school. I know they have something to do with illegal arms trade, and I know that people in Ballyhock fear them.
I’d guess there are reasons for that.
I like them, though, I really do, so maybe I’ve been willfully ignorant of who they really are.
Will I regret this?
He tips a finger under my chin, and makes me hold his gaze.
“I went into that room to find you. I was going to end your punishment. I was going to make you come, McKenna.” He breathes into my ear, his breath warm. “Harder than you ever have before.”
I shiver.
“And when I didn’t see you…” His voice trails off, as he rubs his fingers along the back of my neck. “I feared someone took you.”
My heart thumps. Did he really? I didn’t want to take it that far…
“I guessed you were heading for the cabbie. I paid off the cabbie.” His grip tightens. “And now you’re mine.”
He stands, and I let my eyes rove over the strength in his tanned arms, the hardness of his muscles, the stark contrast of his tats. He twists his t-shirt into a rope and ties it around my eyes. I’m plunged into darkness, the masculine scent from his t-shirt invigorating my senses.
He quickly strips me.
I yelp when he grabs my hair and forces me to my knees. Rough carpet grazes my knees.
“Put your hands behind your back.” I jump at the sound of his harsh voice, and quickly do what he tells me. My pulse races when I hear the sound of him unzipping his trousers.
“You fucked up, babe.”
Why is that hot? That shouldn’t be hot. I should be afraid. Maybe I am, though. A little.
I swallow hard just before he grabs my hair and yanks my head back. My mouth parts, and I know what’s coming next. His cock fills my mouth and my eyes water as I gag.
“Suck. Show me how sorry you are.”
I bob my head as he yanks my hair, pain lighting up my scalp as I obey. Fuck, my body responds to him so readily, it’s like I was made to be used like this, for exactly this. Heat pulses low in my core as I suck his thick, hot cock. My sensations are numbed, my only focus the sound of his guttural grunts and my own muffled moans, muted with his cock in my mouth.
My breasts feel heavy, and my pussy aches when he grabs my breasts and brushes my nipples.
“Good girl,” he grates. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Show me how sorry you are, McKenna. Take your punishment.”
He tugs and rolls my nipple, my core contracting, my pussy already wet and throbbing for him.
I take him fully in, welcoming the feel of him hitting the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes tear beneath the blindfold and he groans, pumping in and out as he yanks my hair and bruises my nipples, and it feels so fucking good I might come without him touching me at all.