Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
The princess wanted to be owned by her dragon.
I knew his handprints were emblazoned on my ass. I knew the hickeys on my throat would be visible probably for days. And I liked it.
“Bite me,” I whispered.
He lifted his head. “What?”
“Bite me.” I gestured to the spot between my neck and shoulder.
He put his teeth on me and gently increased pressure.
“No. Harder.” I jerked his head down. “Leave a mark.”
There was a split second of hesitation, but he did it. He sank his teeth hard into my flesh, and I gasped at the sharp pinch. I squirmed and tried to pull away instinctively before remembering that I’d wanted this. I’d asked for it.
I pushed into the pain, felt a pop, and Matt jerked back, swearing.
“Shit. You’re bleeding.” He wiped the faintest trace of red from his bottom lip. “I’m sorry, I—”
“No, it’s what I wanted.” I reached up and touched the spot, already swollen and aching, like another part of me was swollen and aching. “I liked it.”
I pushed him back on the bed and ground my vulva against the hard ridge of his cock, running my hands up under his t-shirt. He laughed. “Oh, are we tearing each other’s clothes off? Is that what’s happening?”
“You knew what you were doing with those slutty gray sweatpants.” They had not gone unnoticed. “And the spanking.”
“Fair enough.” He curled up and gripped the spaghetti straps on my shirt. One quick pull and they were gone. He grabbed the front and ripped it entirely in half.
“You were walking around practically naked. Do you know how many people were looking at you? Coveting my princess?” he growled.
I shivered. “I did. I noticed their eyes on me.”
“You did it on purpose.” He cupped my breasts and brushed his thumbs over my nipples.
Maybe I had, but subconsciously. “I did. I wanted to make you jealous. Did it work?”
“Do you want it to have worked?” He searched my face, looking for the answer.
“I did.” I trailed my fingers over his abs, down to the waistband of his pants. “I like it when you’re jealous and possessive. I like seeing how much you want me.”
“Right.” He nodded, his mouth set in grim determination for a moment.
With sudden roughness, he pushed me off him, onto my hands and knees.
“If I’m supposed to prove how much I want you,” he began, his hand wrapping around my throat and sliding up to my face. He forced his fingers into my mouth, far back enough to choke me. “Then you need to be prepared to find out.”
I gagged and sputtered as he withdrew his hand, and he smeared my own saliva over my already wet pussy. I felt the band of his sweatpants against the back of my thighs; he didn’t even bother to take his clothes off. The head of his cock prodded me and then he was inside, ramming into me so hard that all the air forced from my lungs on a wordless shout of surprise.
“You want proof?” It was a threat, not a question. “You want me to prove that every inch of you is mine?”
He slammed his hips forward again. “Because you are mine, princess. And I might share you, sometimes, but when it comes right down to it, you fucking belong to me.”
Gripping my ponytail, he jerked my head back. “Fucking say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
“Louder!” He thrust into me again, all of him, so hard it hurt.
“I’m yours!” I shouted.
“I want to hear you scream it, Charlotte.” He ground deep, pulled my hair harder. “I can make you scream it.”
He could. So, I did. I screamed, “I’m yours!” at the top of my lungs, over and over with each deep plunge, each slap of his hips against my bruised ass.
I was his. Body and soul. And for the first time…
I didn’t feel like running from that.
Withdrawing abruptly, he ordered, “Turn over. Hang your head off the bed so I can fuck your throat.”
As I scrambled into position, he got to his feet and retrieved something from the bedside table. I heard the click of a button and the unmistakable thrum of a wand vibrator.
“You’re going to take this dick and you’re going to come until I’m done with you,” he warned, stepping in front of me and bracing his hand beside my head for balance. “Open your fucking mouth.”
My jaw dropped open, my head tilting back far over the edge to give him access. He wasn’t looking for a blow job; he was going to do exactly as he said and fuck my throat like it was my pussy. My job was to lay there and choke.
He pushed in, as far back as he could go, and held himself there while I gagged. Then, he reached down, found my clit with his fingers, and pulled back the hood to fully expose the sensitive tips.