Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I’m reduced to a purely animal state, struggling between my instinct for flight and the primal warning that I should submit to the more powerful predator at my back.
I become keenly aware of the persistent vibration against my g-spot, and I groan into his hand. Violent desire rushes through my body, intense enough to make me shake in his restraining hold.
“Should I let you breathe?” The taunt is hot on my neck. “Or are you going to scream again?”
A soft, wordless plea is trapped behind my forcibly closed lips.
“That’s better,” he approves. “The next time you scream, the only word I want to hear is my name. I want everyone on this estate to know who’s mastered you. You’re mine, Karolina.”
A thrill of alarm tingles down my spine at his rough possessiveness. It’s not the first time he’s said it, but this is real now. We’re not on a remote video call.
He interprets my stillness as submission, and he releases the collar.
I draw in a desperate breath through my nose, and the heady rush of fresh oxygen makes my mind float for a few euphoric seconds.
While I’m limp with the hit of bliss, he flips me onto my back.
He looms over me, little more than a dark red skull leering at me. With his black clothing covering the rest of his body, the macabre mask is all I can see other than the darker shadow of his muscular form. He blots out everything else, commanding my full attention.
My pale pink dress practically glows in contrast to his leather gloves as he fists the delicate material in both hands. With one jerk of his powerful arms, the silk tears.
Cool night air washes over my heated flesh, and my nipples tighten. My back arches, offering my breasts to him. I’m mindless with lust, reduced to his helpless prey.
“Pinch those pretty pink nipples,” he growls. “Show me how you like to torment yourself for me.”
Hot lines of pleasure sizzle from my breasts to my clit when I obey, the little hit of self-inflicted pain making me even hotter for him. My inner muscles flutter around the vibe, and my eyes roll back at the rush of ecstasy that sweeps through me.
“Eyes on me,” he demands. “I want to see them shine with your tears when you ache from coming more times than you can count. Are you close?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please…”
He lets out a satisfied hum. “Begging for my permission? I didn’t even have to command you to do that.”
“I know what you like.” I try and fail to sound flippant.
He grasps my ponytail and tugs my head back sharply. Little pinpricks tingle along my scalp and dance all the way down my back to reach my throbbing core.
“Come for me, sweet kitten.”
I shatter on a scream, and he’s not even touching my most sensitive areas. There’s only his fist in my hair and my own cruel pinch on my nipples. After the edging with the vibrator, that’s enough to push me over the edge.
Abruptly, he shoves my skirt up to expose me more thoroughly.
“You forgot to say my name. Try again.”
Stinging pain blooms on my clit. He spanked my pussy.
I should be indignant, but it feels amazing. Two more sharp swats, and I’m coming again.
“Bones!” My shriek rings out through the forest.
“Better,” he approves. “But I want more. I’m not nearly finished with you.”
Thick fingers tangle in my panties, and the delicate lace rips away as though it’s paper.
My hips lift toward his hand, but he denies me direct contact. Instead, he tucks my ruined underwear into his pocket—a trophy for him to keep.
Raw desire rolls through me, making my legs shake. The eroticism of the purely possessive act sends me to the peak again, and I obediently moan his name when I finish for a third time.
He grabs my wrists and pins them into the dirt with one strong hand. His other replaces my hold on my breasts, pinching and tugging at my nipples. Even though I know my own body better than he does, the cruel sensation of his gloved fingers is hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I whimper his name as I ride the waves of pleasure that crash over me again and again. With the vibrator relentlessly stimulating me, I can’t stop coming. It goes on and on; I didn’t know it was possible to experience such a prolonged orgasm. My thighs quake, and I jerk against his restraining hold. My entire body is so sensitive that even the gentle night breeze on my bare chest is an unbearable contrast to the heat of his touch.
I’m babbling his name, begging for mercy. For more. For him.
He releases my breasts, but it’s not a reprieve. My torment has barely begun, and I’m already a dirty, writhing mess.
His hand dips lower, and I scream at the first brush of his thumb over my hypersensitive clit. He takes time to toy with me, learning the exact rhythm and pressure to make me shatter for him. Hot tears stream down my temples to wet my hair: a vicious, cathartic release.