Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Choke me,” I blurt out.
He stares at me for several seconds, and I’m about to tell him never mind when he nods and says, “We need a safe word.”
“What? Why?”
“Because if I’m going to do anything that could hurt you, even if you want it, we need to make sure it’s done safely. I’m not an expert on BDSM, but I know enough to know that we need a safe word.”
“Okay, um …” I glance around, unsure what to use as a safe word. I’ve read about them in articles when I was researching my craving for rough sex after being raped, but I never considered I would be in the position to make one. And then I remember that one article suggested you pick a word you’d easily remember but wouldn’t use on a regular basis. “Roses.”
It’s my favorite type of flower, and I’ll easily remember it.
“Roses,” Kane confirms.
“Yeah. Roses.”
Kane nods and then tightens his hold around my throat, crashing his mouth against mine. His tongue sweeps across the seam of my lips, and I open, giving him full access to taste and devour me.
“Tell me it again,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Roses.”
“Good girl.”
His lips connect with mine once again, and his hand glides up my thigh and delves between my parted legs. He thrusts his fingers into my core, and I moan into his mouth at the delicious intrusion.
He takes my noises as his cue to thrust back in harder, and I clench around his fingers, already close to coming.
His skilled mouth devours mine while he squeezes my throat, slowly cutting off my air supply little by little as he fingers me. When my orgasm starts to creep up, Kane senses it and applies more pressure around my neck, heightening my senses.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers.”
At his command, I fly over the edge, pleasure tearing through my body. He tightens his grip around my neck a bit more, and fireworks shoot off behind my lids as I come long and hard around his hand.
While I’m mid-orgasm, Kane yanks his fingers out of me and pulls me off the counter, flipping me onto my stomach so I’m leaning against the edge, and thrusts into me from behind. One orgasm rolls into two, and I scream out his name as he grips the curve of my hip with one hand and shoves his fingers into my mouth with the other, forcing me to taste my arousal.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” he groans.
His movements turn erratic, desperate, and then he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of my shoulder. Another wave of pleasure rolls through me as Kane drains every drop of his orgasm into me.
As we work to catch our breath, an easy calmness settles over us as it hits me—Kane isn’t the man I wanted to marry, but he’s quickly becoming the man I want to be married to.
And that scares the hell out of me.
“Isn’t she just the cutest?”
I snuggle Molly into my chest, and she purrs softly.
After our delicious dinner, Kane showed me Molly’s bathroom—yes, I’ve deemed it hers, and I’m already planning on how to decorate it and make it fit for the little princess she is. Then I assumed we’d go our separate ways, like we do most nights, so I was a bit taken aback when he asked if I wanted to watch a movie—and even more shocked when I agreed.
While we were scrolling, I saw Gossip Girl and made him click on it when he said he’d never even heard of it. We’re two episodes in, and Molly is cuddling between us, happy to finally have a home.
“She’s adorable,” he says dryly.
“Having rescuer’s remorse already?”
“No, but she’s a total cockblock,” he complains. “Every time I think about touching you, I swear she glares at me.”
“You should’ve thought about that when you decided to use her to bribe me back into your good graces.”
I quirk a knowing brow, and he shrugs.
“It worked. I just didn’t realize how needy cats were.”
“Just because she wants to be cuddled and loved doesn’t make her needy.” I lift her up and give her kisses. “I’m going to order you a custom collar,” I say to her. “I bet Gucci or Versace sells them. Which do you prefer?”
Kane chuckles. “Do you think—” His words are cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. “It’s Dominick.”
“Put it on speaker.”
He clicks Accept. “Dominick, what’s up?”
“We’re in the middle of watching Gossip Girl,” I add. “So, it’d better be important.”
“We have a problem,” Dominick says, his tone serious. “A body’s been found at the construction site down at the waterfront property.”
Kane’s eyes meet mine. “Do they know who it is?”
“No, but I have to ask—”
“It wasn’t me,” Kane says, his gaze never leaving mine. “I want this expansion to be a success the same way you do. And in case you forgot, I have millions invested as well.”