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)
His low laugh makes me shiver in arousal and trepidation.
“Your dignity will be in tatters by the time I’m finished with you. Swallow your pride, Karolina. Obey me. This is your punishment.”
“I thought you were talking about the orgasm denial.”
“You’re going to have an orgasm. Right now. See, I can be a kind master.”
A little growl of frustration escapes me. “You don’t own me.”
“You can tell yourself that while you come all over your hand in the middle of the library.”
“I can’t,” I protest again.
“You keep saying that, but you’re in the Philosophy section, aren’t you?”
Damn it. I almost forgot he can see me when I’m simply staring at a black screen.
“Lean back against the shelf and torment your breasts. Hold the phone up so I can see you obey me.”
“Bones…” I whimper his name, but that only seems to please him more.
The sadist.
And I’m getting wet.
His rumbling hum of approval at my wanton state seems to roll through my body to my core, stimulating me like the vibrator he put inside me at the hunt.
“Go on,” he prompts. “Or I’ll make this so much worse for you.”
“That’s not possible.” My cheeks burn as I caress my breasts through my lavender sweater.
“You have no idea, kitten. But you’re being a good girl for me now, aren’t you? Pinch your nipples.”
Compelled by his will, my hand slips under my shirt and bra. Little sparks of pleasure zing from my nipples to my clit when I obey.
My head tips back on a sharp gasp at the burst of pleasure, bumping into the books behind me.
I freeze, and the little thrill of fear that I might be discovered only heightens my lust.
This is sick and twisted, but I’m getting off on it.
Bones knows me even better than I know myself. It should unnerve me that he has this carnal knowledge, but I’m too flustered and turned on to care.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Make yourself hurt. Just how we both like it.”
I pinch and tug at my nipples. My core tightens, aching to be filled. My panties are damp with my arousal, and my clit pulses madly.
My sharp, panting breaths seem to echo off the high shelves, and I try to reason that no one is close enough to hear me.
“Put your hand down your pants,” he growls. “But don’t rub your clit.”
The softest moan escapes me as my fingers dip into my black lace panties. My inner muscles contract with a pulse of pleasure.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Tell me.”
My eyes slide closed, as though I can hide from what I’m doing.
“I’m wet for you, Bones.”
“You want an orgasm? Beg.”
“Please…”
“You can do better than that,” he admonishes. “Use your words, Karolina.”
“Please let me come, Bones. I’m aching for you.”
His voice is harsh with his own tormented lust when he growls, “Slide your fingers into your cunt, but don’t make yourself come. Get them nice and wet and then taste yourself. Know that you’re my greedy little cumslut while you suck your arousal off your fingers.”
My moan is too loud. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter.
I dip my fingers into my tight channel, gathering up the slick sign of my desire for him. The urge to touch my clit is almost overwhelming, but I’ve surrendered to his will.
I lift my fingers toward my face.
A strong hand captures my wrist, and my eyes fly open.
My stomach drops.
Rand is looming over me.
19
KAROLINA
“Miss Williams.” Rand’s face is a hard, stern mask.
I can’t find the air to formulate a reply. Mortification burns my veins, making my entire body unbearably hot.
He’s still holding my wrist. My fingers glisten with my wet arousal.
I try to tug my hand free so I can run away from this shameful situation, but his grip tightens incrementally.
I watch with horrified fascination as he slowly drags my hand towards his lips.
Everything turns surreal. This can’t be happening.
His dark eyes are almost black, and he pins me with that intent stare.
He licks my fingers.
I want to melt into the shelf at my back. And I never want this moment to end.
It’s achingly erotic. The sensation of his tongue on my skin is decadent, and the way his nostrils flare when he tastes me is immensely gratifying.
“Rand…” His name is little more than a ragged whisper.
“My office,” he growls. “Now.”
He lowers my hand and reluctantly releases my wrist.
I unstick my feet from the floor and trail after him, almost in a daze as I remove my now-silent headphones. My phone is still in my hand, but Bones has ended the call.
My stomach dips. I have no idea what I’ll say to him later.
But I can’t worry about it right now.
Not when Rand’s broad back fills my vision, muscular shoulders straining against his crisp white shirt.
He’s tense. I’d think he was furious if he hadn’t just licked my arousal from my fingers.