Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
My core is so hot with pleasure, my clit burning, a spot deep within, aching and begging for more. Relief touches me at the thought of him leaving me after I come, if I can come for him.
This is new territory for me. It means I don’t have to tell him my secret.
“I told you that you’d like it.”
He raises his hand.
“No… stop.”
This is a test. Will he stop? His finger pauses inside of me, tickling my pleasure spot. His hand lingers in the air.
“Each time you s-spank me,” my voice falters as he slowly moves his finger within me, teasing me, “you have to answer a question.”
“Are you making the rules now, eh?” He smirks, lowering his hand and tapping me possessively on the ass.
“That’s one question,” I say. “Or I will tell you to stop. If you don’t, you’ll have to live with that.”
“I’d never force myself on you,” he says with disgust.
Somehow, I knew that already. I should believe this man’s capable of anything. There’s no reason to assume he’s got a single civilized bone in his body, but somehow, I know there’s good in there.
“What’s your real job?” I ask, then my voice trails off as he slips his finger deeper, moving it quicker.
It becomes challenging to think about anything else beyond the blazing sensation between my legs. It’s more than the physical feeling. It’s how he stares at me, too, as if he’s never seen a sexier sight. No man has looked at me like that. Ever. Definitely not a tall, muscular, intense man like Blake.
“I’m the leader of a Scottish crime syndicate. I run the city, Bonnie. Some call us the Kilts. I run every single block.”
His finger moves faster and fiercer in tempting circles.
“What happened between you and dad?”
He spanks me twice, one on each cheek, kissing pleasure stinging across my skin and shivering around my thighs.
“I only… asked… one… q-question.”
It’s getting more and more difficult to speak. I’m so wet that his finger makes noises as he goes around and around.
“I’ll spank you twice whenever you ask something you shouldn’t.”
He stares at me firmly, but it’s difficult to keep looking over my shoulder with my body gripped by pleasure. It cascades through me in compulsive waves.
“Do you sell drugs?” I ask.
Spank, that kissing, stinging feeling that somehow adds to the pleasure, adds to the fire between my legs.
“Never,” he growls.
“Do you hurt people?”
His finger moves quicker inside, possessive circles that send me closer to the edge. I’m panting, my hips shifting in time with him, chasing the pleasure. It must be instinct because I’ve never done this before.
“If I have to,” he says, then spanks me again. “You’re so close. Your pussy is pulsing for me. You’ll be ready for my cock soon.”
I slide away from him, crawling across the bed, turning and drawing my knees to my chest. My heart is suddenly thundering with panic.
“No, Blake,” I snap. “You said you were going to leave me after…”
He stands at the end of the bed, his massive manhood outlined in his pants. There’s so much tension in every inch of his body.
“You belong to me now. You’ll do anything I want.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you like that.” I snap my fingers. “You can’t force me.”
“I’d never force you,” he roars. “Stop saying that.”
“You can’t just kidnap me and then expect me to become some sex doll,” I snap, even as my body tries to play tricks on me. My lust attempts to propel me across the bed, to bend over and offer up my ass again.
My bottom stings against the sheets. It’s like I’ve slipped back into everyday reality after putting some distance between us. Looking at this situation from the outside, it’s clear there’s something wrong. I shouldn’t be so willing to throw myself at this man. To give myself to him, considering the circumstances.
“Anything I want,” he snarls.
“No,” I say, thinking of my secret, that this is the farthest I’ve ever gone. “We haven’t even kissed, and you think I’m going to spread my legs and… and no, Blake. Maybe you’re not used to hearing that word. Maybe you think you’re above it, but I’m telling you no.”
He smirks, fierce passion in his eyes. It’s like there’s so much he wants to say, so many methods he intends to use to claim me.
“Is that what you want? A kiss?”
“It’s not about that.”
“But do you?”
His voice gets husky, sending more tingling, totally inappropriate feelings through my body. My sex yearns for his touch again. My core longs to feel his fingers, his tongue, even his manhood stroking me, but I know what would happen if he brought his huge manhood to my pussy, claiming me with his touch.
I’d panic. I’d freak.
“I don’t care,” I lie. “I just need you to know… I’m not like your other women.”