Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I can’t quite catch my breath. “Physical response . . . unintentional.”
“Is that why you can’t manage a full sentence?” He curls his fingers, brushing them against my G-spot. “Because you hate what I do to you so much? Give in, Ruby. Admit that you’re mine, that you want me as I am, want to be with me honestly, not as watered-down versions of ourselves.”
“No.” I can’t think. It’s a blessing that I’m tied down, because I’d be riding his hand fully if I weren’t. Gods, but I’m a horrible person—even as my brain is screaming at me that this man is using sex to manipulate me, that he lied to me, that he’s going to do something to hurt my family and the city I love, there’s a large part of me that simply wants to beg him to fuck me again.
I don’t realize he’s not holding me down anymore until I lift my hips to take his fingers deeper. His brutal smile almost makes me come on the spot. This is a game, and I’m losing.
Casimir moves before I can fully process what he intends. He unhooks the cuffs at my ankles and flips me onto my stomach. The bar my wrists are cuffed to rotates with me. Though it’s positioned in such a way that I still can’t lift my upper body off the bed—I’m too spread out to get leverage.
That doesn’t stop him from lifting my hips. It doesn’t stop me from arching my back more to practically offer him my pussy. Gods, what is wrong with me? It’s like he’s got some kind of drug coming out of his pores that turns me into a sex demon.
Liar. You know who’s responsible for your actions, and it’s not him.
I’m not ready to face that truth. Not now. Maybe not ever.
But when his cock presses to my entrance, I don’t try to jerk away. I just bite the sheets to keep from moaning aloud. With the plug in place, he has to fight his way inside me. He keeps squeezing my ass cheeks, spreading them and then pressing them together, making the plug shift inside me.
It feels good. Better than good.
If I’d known this is what anal could be, I would have changed my mind about trying it again sooner.
“There’s my good girl. Take my cock. Just like that.” His Russian accent gets thicker. He presses my cheeks together again, and this time I can’t stop myself from moaning. “You’ll take me here too. Properly this time. You don’t give a fuck who I am as long as I make you feel like the little slut you are. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“No,” I gasp. I don’t register that I’m moving, squirming on his cock, until he thrusts a little. “Casimir, stop.”
“Make me.” He leans down to press his hands to the bed on either side of me, his chest against my back, his cock buried achingly deep inside me. And, worst of all, his rough voice is in my ear, stripping me bare. “You’ve always been able to stop me, baby. Right from the beginning. But you never did. You aren’t stopping me now. You want my cock deeper, want me to fuck you harder, need me to make you come.”
It’s a testament to the truth of his words that I can’t find any of my own. “No.”
“Prove it.” He reaches between me and the bed and touches my pulsing clit. Even the light stroke is almost too much. I cry out, shoving back onto his cock as much as I’m able to.
The only warning I get is a click before the clamp falls off my clit. The blood rushes back in an agonizing sensation that makes me scream. Casimir is already moving, urging my hips higher as he fucks me hard enough to shift me up the mattress.
Gods help me, but I come all over his cock.
He pulls out of me, and then his mouth is there, eating me from behind, soothing my throbbing clit with his tongue. He teases another orgasm out of me just like that.
Then it starts again.
Casimir fucks me with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, barely giving me any time to recover before he starts winding me up again. And all the while, the bastard’s voice is in my ear, telling me I know how to make this stop, all I have to do is speak that one little word, how I won’t say it because I’m his perfect little slut.
And I come for him. Again and again and again, until my world narrows down to his touch, to him.
Even as I tell him no, tell him I don’t want this, I don’t want him, I keep my safe word trapped firmly behind my teeth.
Which just proves my worst fear. I really am a monster.