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)
“There’s nowhere for you to run right now. I could make you my pretty little plaything until we arrive at the hunt. Your legs will be shaking so hard that you won’t be able to run at all. Are you sure you don’t want to adjust your attitude?”
I cross my arms over my chest and remark, “So stern. These Daddy vibes aren’t hot, Bones.”
He’s in my personal space, his body heat pulsing against me.
“Liar,” he drawls. “You’re already trembling for me. I bet you’re wet.” He inhales deeply. “I can practically smell your arousal, greedy girl.”
My laugh breaks slightly. “As if you could smell me through that mask. Who’s the liar now?”
His gloved fingers stroke my cheek, buttery soft and warm. I go completely still at the first contact I’ve ever shared with him. His touch trails over the contours of my face, as though he’s memorizing me. The reverence of the gesture makes my belly flip, and I’m not sure if it’s in arousal or fear.
No one has touched me like this in years. Suddenly, my eyes sting with a swell of emotion, and my heart threatens to crack open. The intimacy is sharp enough to cut.
I blink rapidly to ease the burn of tears, focusing on the decadent sensation of his glove on my mouth. The flavor is slightly salty, and the heady scent of leather suffuses my senses. My lips part on a small gasp as all of my sensitive nerve endings light up.
For an insane moment, I want him to tear off his mask and claim my lips in a fierce kiss.
I swallow hard and suppress the mad desire. This connection is safe because his mask will stay on, a firm barrier between us.
This isn’t a romantic meeting.
It’s purely carnal, and I’ve needed this release even more desperately than I realized.
My entire body comes alive for him, and he’s barely brushed his fingers over my face.
“Your safe word, Karolina,” he prompts. “Now.”
“Blue,” I sigh without fully thinking through my answer.
He cocks his head at me. “Why blue?”
Brandon’s eyes flash through my mind: darkly twinkling sapphires.
I shrug off the memory of the beloved foster brother who betrayed me all those years ago.
“It’s my least favorite color.”
“Alright,” Bones allows after a heavy moment. His gloved hand skates over my hair, as though he senses I need soothing. “If you say blue, everything will stop.”
“What about you?” I ask. “What’s your safe word?”
His touch trails down my neck, testing my racing pulse.
“I don’t need a safe word. There’s nothing you could do to hurt me.”
I tip my chin back. “I can be very intimidating. What if you decide to run away from me?”
I expect him to laugh, but his deep voice drops to an even lower rumble. “Nothing would ever make me run away from you.”
“Bones…” His name is somewhere between a protest and a breathy plea.
This is suddenly too intense. Too real.
And I’ve never been so aroused in my life.
He releases a purely masculine, satisfied hum. “I do love when you say my name like that. It sounds even sweeter in person. I wonder if your cunt is as sweet as your voice.”
He cups my cheek in one broad hand, hooking his thumb beneath my jaw to trap me in place. I go utterly still as his other hand brushes just above my knee.
The black sockets of the skull mask shield his eyes. This close, I can see that there’s some sort of dark lens over them to completely obscure his features. I can’t see anything about his physical appearance, but he’s studying me as though he’s drinking in every nuance of my expression.
When I don’t push his hand away, he eases his touch higher, slowly skimming up my thigh. The silken material of my skirt sliding beneath his smooth, leather-clad fingers is a delicious sensation.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I obey immediately. I’m aching for the mercy of erotic release, and there’s no shame or embarrassment holding me back. I could never feel shame over what I share with Bones. He understands my darkest desires more deeply than anyone I’ve ever known.
He keeps me trapped with one hand on my face, and the other teases my inner thighs. His glove glides through my arousal when he reaches my labia, tracing the shape of my folds through the scrap of white lace that barely covers me.
“Did you wear this for me?” he asks.
“I wasn’t planning on showing my underwear to anyone else tonight.” I try to quip, but my retort is shaky.
“That mouth,” he half-groans, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip. “You don’t know how you make me ache, Karolina. It’s only fair that I make you suffer too.”
One gloved finger hooks through my panties, tugging them to one side to grant him better access to my pussy. I gasp at the barest brush of his thumb over my clit. My core clenches and then relaxes, and he slides that thick finger inside me, slow and deliberate.