Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
She didn’t dare answer.
“It did, didn’t it? And you loved it.”
Trees wasn’t the gentle lover he’d been when she had last been in his bed. This man made her tremble and fear that she would yield her free will to him for pleasure. Laila shook her head stubbornly, terrified to give him that power over her body.
But it didn’t matter. He removed his hand from her panties again, then popped her slick, swollen flesh through the silky fabric with a quick swat of his fingers.
The sensations were even stronger. Her knees nearly gave out. She couldn’t stop a warbled, desperate cry from filling the air.
“Your body is being honest,” he taunted. “Let’s see if we can get your mouth there.”
Without warning, he started grinding the heel of his palm over the puffy, sensitive pad of her sex, manipulating her clit in the process. The heat, the friction, the dark hunger of his touch… Laila didn’t know how much longer she could fight Trees and the screaming climax he seemed determined to force on her. And if she gave in, what would he do next? How would she ever convince him that she felt nothing for him? That she belonged to Victor?
“Your whole body is trembling. With need. For me.” He slid his fingers beneath the elastic of her underwear again and dragged his rough fingers over her clit. “You’re getting close to orgasm, aren’t you?”
Laila did her best to hold out, panting her way through a rise of pleasure that was lighting up her body and setting her skin on fire.
“Aren’t you?” He spanked her pussy again, this time even harder than the last.
Another strangled, shuddering cry slipped out against her will. She dug her nails into his arms and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on holding back her peak, on not giving him the satisfaction of knowing that he could manipulate her body to respond to him so utterly and so easily.
“Come on. I want your fucking honesty,” he growled as he skimmed her bare sex again, his big fingers circling her nub once more. “Are you about to come?”
Yes. She ground her teeth together. Stubbornly, she shook her head.
“If you don’t want this, stop me. I taught you the word. You know it. All you have to do is say red.”
He would stop—everything. She might not know this aggressive, confrontational Trees, but she believed he would honor that safe word.
Laila couldn’t bring herself to say it. It was wrong and it was weak, but she needed his touch too much to make him stop. “Shut up.”
“Bad girls don’t get orgasms. They do without.” He ripped his hand free from her underwear again and landed three hard, rapid spanks on her pussy.
The air left her lungs. Her whole body jolted. Pleasure disintegrated her resistance. Her legs collapsed beneath her, leaving her no choice but to give herself over to Trees. Her head lolled back against him, her breaths hot, hard blades cutting through her chest as she went up in flames.
Climax was right there…
Then suddenly, his hands were gone.
Her eyes fluttered open. Disoriented, she blinked and tried to take a steadying breath. Her nipples felt beyond engorged. Her sex throbbed in relentless need. Laila didn’t want him to stop. But she didn’t want to let him go.
She was terrified.
Laila whirled on him with a frown, shocked when she caught sight of a syringe in his hand. Her eyes went wide. She tried to step back.
He held firm.
“What are you doing?” Her voice shook.
“You picked the hard way, honey. I gave you chances to be honest and you chose to lie. So I’m making sure you can’t run. Your sister wants you close, not in Mexico where you’re not safe. It’s time you stopped playing dangerous games with dangerous people. And I want you in my fucking bed, all to myself.”
Her eyes widened, and a protest formed on her lips, but he’d already pressed the needle into her neck. Seconds later, her world went black.
Lafayette, Louisiana
Laila woke groggy and disoriented. Her head felt fuzzy. How long had she been out? She had no idea. She wasn’t even sure where she was except in a moving vehicle with the sun beating through the windshield, blinding her sensitive eyes. Every one of her limbs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
“You awake?”
That voice…it was familiar. She’d heard it in her sweetest dreams. But it also haunted a nightmare that tugged at the edge of her consciousness.
Instinctively, her heart beat faster. Her breaths came quicker.
It took all her concentration and most of her strength, but she turned her head and found the man who stopped her heart. “Trees.”
The last time she’d seen him, at her condo in Mexico… It all rushed back. “Where are you taking me?”
“Right now? To Valeria. We landed in Louisiana about twenty minutes ago. She and Jorge are eager to see you.”