Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“Because you deserve to be in control of your own fate despite his villainous ways,” he says. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “But it changes nothing about my feelings for you. I crave you. Madly. Deeply. Beyond any doubt.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat and turn around so I don’t have to look him in the eyes.
But the mirror in front of me forces me to face my own demise.
Those same familiar hands wrap around my shoulders again, making me want to lean into him.
“You are so beautiful, Crystal,” he says. “Like a goddess of vengeance.”
He leans in to plant the softest of kisses on my neck, stealing my breath.
“Would it be so wrong to be loved by someone like me?” he mutters. “To be ours?”
“Do you think I could ever be more than a toy?”
He chuckles softly. “I wouldn’t mind it if you stayed our filthy plaything forever.” His eyes connect with mine through the mirror. “You would have us all on our knees.”
He slowly hovers his hands over my face, and I’m apprehensive.
“You fear me,” he whispers.
“How could I not, knowing what you’re capable of?”
He groans. “I will do anything to regain your trust.”
Am I that important to him?
“How?”
He backs away slowly. “Close your eyes.”
Even though my brain tells me not to, my heart screams to listen, so I do.
“Stay there.”
My breathing is ragged as I’m left alone in the dark.
After a few shuffles, I hear something slide.
CLICK! CLICK!
“Now open your eyes and look at me.”
When I turn around, he’s on the bed, the robe draped by his side, leaving only his boxers, his wrists bound to the poles at each edge with metal cuffs. Around his neck is a thick leather band with a metal chain dangling from the ring.
BLAINE
“Every inch of me is built to kill, whether it’s hearts or bodies … but your fear is the last thing I crave,” I rasp. “If I cannot take your fear … then I will offer myself to you out of my own free will. Use me to your heart’s content like we have used you. Hurt me. Choke me. Fuck me. Kill me. Whatever your desire, I will surrender to it.” I suck in a breath as she gasps. “I have chained my life to Ares, but my heart belongs to you.”
I’ve tried so hard to play by the rules, but I can no longer resist her.
She’s been used, degraded, completely crushed, and still smiled through it all.
There has never been someone I’ve so deeply wished to take my soul than for her to make it her own. And if this will be my undoing, then so be it.
She thinks she is the weak one, but I am defenseless when it comes to her.
Her nostrils flare, and she turns around to look at my room, wandering about, before she sits on my bed and stares at me.
My dick bobs up and down from the sheer amount of lust in her eyes.
“You want to be mine?” she asks.
She crawls farther onto the bed, onto me.
“Make me your pawn,” I reply.
“You won’t kill him for me,” she says, still clutching that knife of hers as she reaches me. “But you trained me and guided me to make it happen?”
When she’s finally hovering over my face, my boxers strain from my hard-on. “Use me as your angel of vengeance, darling.”
The smirk that slowly forms on her face is something else.
My God.
She lifts herself and sits down on my package, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head from the way she feels on top of me. “Fine, then. Beg.”
Oh fuck me.
There’s never been anything sexier than a girl as innocent as her saying those words to me.
I have no qualms about doing whatever she wants. “Please …”
She slowly gyrates on top of me, and it gets me insane within no time.
“F-fuck …” I groan.
“You want this?” she asks, rolling her hips on top of me.
“Yes, please, give it to me,” I whimper.
She grips the pillow underneath my head and throws it over my face.
“You want this?” she reiterates.
“Yes,” I repeat through the fabric even though I can’t breathe.
Oxygen escapes me, and I feel myself drifting away into the madness of my own lust and desires as she continues to gyrate on top of me until my boxers are wet with precum.
When she finally removes the pillow, I gasp for air, only for her lips to smother me instead. I moan against her mouth, kissing her back, but she lifts her lips and hovers so closely above them that I want to inch closer.
“You are insane,” she mutters.
I chuckle. “Aren’t we all?”
“I’m not,” she says.
“Aren’t you?” I reply as she gyrates around. “Yet you were so wet for us when we toyed with you during that party.”