Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“What’s this?” he asks softly.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I do my very best impression of someone innocent. I think it’ll piss him off even more.
“The room.”
“You told me I could get furniture.” I slowly turn, afraid of what I’ll find. “And I did.”
His face is bleak. His eyes burn into mine. Cormac’s so handsome it takes away my breath and makes my heart race. He’s looking at me like a demon staring at his next meal. He even licks his lips and steps forward. Veins bulge on his forearms.
“I said you could have a dresser, a bureau, places to put away your clothes.” His voice is a husky whisper. I can’t tell if he’s aroused or about to strangle me. I think it’s both. “But instead, you got a bed. You disobeyed me.”
“Let’s be clear about something.” Anger flushes into my chest. I’m deeply triggered now and not thinking straight. I should be careful, but when I get this pissed, it’s like all sense floods away and all I want is to burn everything around me. “I do not have to obey you.”
Our eyes lock. I don’t back down. If I do, he’ll keep on thinking he can do whatever he wants, and fuck that.
This is my life. I’ll follow reasonable rules. I’m not stupid, and I’m definitely not suicidal.
But I sleep where I want.
“You like games, don’t you?” he says, coming toward me.
“No, actually, what I like is a husband that doesn’t act like a total prick all the time.”
He shakes his head menacingly. “No, feather. I think you like pissing me off. I think you enjoy it. The little power trip you get.”
I put my fists on my hips. “Maybe I do. What are you going to do about it?”
He comes at me. I yelp in shock and stagger backwards, but I’m much too slow. Cormac’s a demon. He’s a beast from another world. I don’t know how a human that big can move so quickly and gracefully.
One second, I’m glaring at him, defiant and strong.
The next he’s got me pinned to the wall with my hands above my head.
“Fuck,” I gasp, arching my back. “Let me—”
He crushes his mouth into mine. It’s a searing, blistering, violent kiss. I whimper in shock, taken completely off guard. I didn’t expect this. No, I figured we’d argue, but this is so much worse.
Because I like it. God, I fucking love it.
The way his lips move aggressively on mine. His hard body crushing my soft breasts. His strong hands holding my wrists like I weigh nothing. He could break me, but he doesn’t.
No, he’s eager to taste me.
I can feel it in his kiss. How badly he wants this.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he snarls, moving one hand down my arms and keeping me in place with the other. I try to struggle weakly, testing his grip, but it’s iron. “I think you need a punishment, feather.”
“Who says you get to punish me?” I glare at him, outraged.
“I do.” His free hand brushes down my cheek, and then he pushes his thumb into my mouth.
My eyes go wide in shock. I taste his salty skin, and for a brief moment, I think about biting down. I could make him bleed. Rip into his skin. Make him scream.
Instead, my tongue moves in a slow circle.
“Suck,” he commands.
I moan as my cheeks hollow.
What the hell am I doing right now??
This is what he wants. A good, obedient little wife. Listening to whatever he says.
But that’s not what I see when I look into his eyes.
He’s not in charge here.
No, Cormac’s deeply, deeply out of control.
All because of me.
I suck his thumb, moving down a little, whimpering as I pull back like I’m sliding his cock along my tongue. Fuck, it’s filthy, how mad he is at me, how mad I am at him, and now this.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he snarls, breathing fast. Losing himself.
Because of me.
I pull back with a gasp. “You like that.” I press my hips forward and feel his hard cock. “You really like that.”
He shoves his thumb roughly into my mouth again. “I fucking love when my dirty fucking wife sucks me,” he snarls, tongue pressed against his top teeth. “I love it when you’re a filthy girl for me. I love it when you suck and fuck and drip your wet right into my mouth. I love ruining you, Bianca.”
I pull back again. “That’s the problem,” I say softly. “You act like I wasn’t already ruined before we met.”
He turns me around roughly. “Compared to me, you’re a fucking saint.” He pulls my hair. I leave my hands pressed against the wall, moaning as he kisses me over my shoulder. “You’re a fucking goddess. I’m your fucked-up sinner.”
He rips down my shorts. I gasp in surprise as his warm, firm palm smacks down onto my naked ass, hard enough to leave a red mark. I whimper, wiggling my hips.