Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Is that what you want for your punishment, hellion? For me to fuck you?”
“No…no,” I stutter, but his words send a new kind of chill sputtering through me.
My clit throbs. I can’t think straight while he’s so close.
I don’t want this. I don’t want him.
“Liar,” Smoke accuses, brushing my long hair off my back and pressing his lips to the back of my neck. “I can smell how turned on you are.” His hand snakes around my waist, trailing down my flat stomach until they’re splayed across the crest of my thighs. “Almost as well as I can smell your fear.” He squeezes my flesh between his fingers. Hard. “I can’t decide which turns me on more.”
I freeze, my blood turns to ice.
“I…I…” I stutter. “You said you didn’t want me,” I say, recalling his words from the first night we slept in the same bed.
“I said no fucking thing. But even if I did. Don’t you know by now?” He breathes. “I’m a liar. Just. Like. You.” He licks the skin at the back of my neck, traveling up to my ear.
Desire pools low in my stomach. Fighting the feeling is as impossible as fighting off Smoke and winning.
I open my mouth and close my eyes in a silent moan, suppressing the need to rock back into him with all that I have.
“Are you trying to scare me?” I grate.
“Why?” he asks, nipping at my earlobe, dragging his teeth along the edge. “Are you afraid, hellion? Afraid of what I might do to you? Or afraid you might love it? Scream my name? Beg me for more?”
Yes.
“No,” I lie, staring at the tile in front of me. “You’re just toying with me. Trying to scare me. You just said that you’re a liar. This is a lie. A trick to screw with my head.”
“Does this feel like a lie to you?” He presses against me again, letting me feel every inch of his thick rigidness as it slides against my ass crack. The tip of his erection grazes my bare pussy, and the sensation that follows is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. A type of warm electric current.
My lower stomach contracts. My inner walls squeeze onto something that isn’t there.
No, no it does not feel like a lie. It feels like desire and confusion and lust. It feels like being out of control and adventure and possibilities, and I want it. I want him.
And I hate myself for it.
“All these bruises and marks,” he muses. “And none of them caused by me.” He trails a hand up my arms and down my flat stomach. “Pity, but I still have time to leave my mark on you yet.”
My entire body stiffens. I’m as rigid as a corpse.
Smoke chuckles against me, and I’m glad I’m facing away because his laugh is pure torture, causing his erection to vibrate against my folds which are aching for more contact.
“You will be punished, hellion. You can be sure of that.”
I look over my shoulder and meet his dark eyes which darken even further as his pupils dilate. His lingering gaze rakes me over from my feet to my breasts and back down to the space between my thighs. He licks his full bottom lip.
My stomach flips. My will to fight him off doesn’t waiver, but my body isn’t getting the message. My core clenches again. I turn back around to face the tile, digging my teeth into my lower lip until I taste my own blood.
His chest presses against my back, and his hardness pulses between my legs, rubbing against my inner thighs. He squirts some shampoo in his hand, working it into my hair. He tilts my head back and rinses my hair, then slides his slick and soapy hand down my body.
I’m breathing rapidly now. Short, quick breaths I can’t control. There’s a deep rumble in his throat. His hand travels lower and lower on my stomach until it’s between my legs, and he’s working his thumb over my swollen nub, sending sparks of need, pangs of pleasure, and a wave of self-hatred, surging within my battered body and bruised soul.
“What…what are you doing?” I ask, seeing flashes of white hot lust behind my closed eyes.
“More questions…” his voice a hearty amused rasp. His fingers circle my clit while he continues to rock his hard cock between my legs. The pressure building is so strong it borders on painful.
Tears leak from my eyes. I’m so fucking mad at myself for being turned on. For Smoke being right. I’m so wet. He feels it. There’s no way he can’t feel it.
He leans in close. I’m stone still except for the tremors gripping my body. He licks the tear off my cheek and groans. He dips the tip of his finger inside of me, and I tighten around the intrusion. It’s a foreign sensation. Strange. It feels both wrong and right. Pleasurable and painful. “Your tight little pussy is weeping too. I wonder if its tears taste the same.”