Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
His cheeks puff out again as he watches my hand slip between my legs. ‘Ava, undo these cuffs now so I can fuck you until you’re seeing stars.’ His voice is calm, but I know he is anything but.
I slip my fingers over my clitoris and brush gently on a little gasp of air. It’s not Jesse, but it still feels good. ‘Tell me.’
‘No.’ He rests his head back. ‘Remove the cuffs.’
I shake my head at my stubborn man and drop my hands to either side of his hips.
Stars? Oh, he’ll be the one seeing stars. I rest my lips on his lower stomach next to his scar and circle my tongue in a few slow, sweeping laps before crawling up his body and kicking off my knickers on my way. I look down at him, but he refuses to open his eyes, so I kiss the corner of his mouth. It works. His head turns instinctively and his lips part as he takes my lips. I press down on his groin, my wetness causing me to slide up and down with ease.
‘Oh, Jesus, Ava, please.’
‘Tell me.’ I bite his bottom lip and drag it through my teeth, but he just shakes his head lightly. I break our fused mouths. ‘Fine, have it your way.’ I rise and reposition myself back between his thighs and collect my weapon of mass destruction from the bed.
‘Put it down.’ His tone is full of warning, but I ignore him. I flick it on again, saying nothing. ‘Ava, I swear to God!’ The anger is returning. I hold his eyes as I slowly take the vibrator down to the apex of my thighs. ‘Don’t!’ He throws his head back in total misery.
I can’t believe he is putting himself through this. He can stop it in a heartbeat. Damn it, I want him to look at me. I swiftly change my destination and hold the vibrator out, slowly skimming it over his beautiful, beating cock. He jerks erratically. The bed shakes.
‘Fuck! Ava, fucking fuck, fuck, fuck!’ he yells, but his eyes are still firmly closed. I can’t make him look at me, but I’ll make damn sure he hears me. I return the vibrator to myself and rest the drumming head at the top of my clitoris.
Holy fucking shit!
I gasp, my knees shaking, as I jerk at the full force of its power stabbing me straight at my core. ‘Ohhhhhhh, Goddddd!’ I moan, and then increase the pressure slightly. That feels really nice.
His eyes snap open, his breathing all over the place and a heavy shimmer of sweat has formed a river in the crease on his forehead. His face is pure torture. I almost feel guilty.
‘Ava, all of your pleasure comes from me.’
‘Not today.’ I muse, closing my eyes on a sigh.
‘Ava!’ he barks, clanging the cuffs against the headboard. ‘Fuck! Ava, you’re pushing it!’
I keep my eyes closed. ‘Hmmm.’ I hum, jerking slightly as the consistent vibrations tickle the tip of my clit.
‘I’m thirty seven! For fuck sake woman, I’m thirty fucking seven!’
My eyes fly open.
Oh my God!
My mouth drops in shock and the vibrator falls to the bed. He told me? It bloody worked! I want to do a little jig on the bed and scream to the heavens in glory. Why didn’t I think of this before? I’m not going to try and kid myself that I will get away with this again – he’ll probably sleep with one eye open for the rest of his life, so perhaps I should take advantage of his vulnerable state and pump him for some more answers, like where that scar came from, how many women there have been and what the hell the police are doing at The Manor. Oh and the mystery woman and Sarah…
He glares at me, and I’m suddenly yanked straight out of my mental celebration dance and right into panic.
‘Take…the…fucking…cuffs…off.’ He emphasises each word slowly on a hiss.
Oh bloody hell. In all of my meticulous planning and execution of the truth fuck, I hadn’t given a second thought to the aftermath. He’s seething mad, and now I’ve got to release him. What is he going to do? I sprint through my options, but it doesn’t take long because there are only two; release him and take my punishment, or leave him handcuffed to the bed forever.
I watch him with wide, cautious eyes as he watches me with dark, furious ones. What am I going to do? I place my hands on his strong thighs and inch myself up his body until my face is hovering above his. I need to lighten his mood.
Smoothing my hands through his hair, I drop my lips onto his. ‘I still love you.’ I mumble around my kiss. Maybe it’s the reassurance he needs. Eleven years is nothing really. What’s the problem? He’s still my handsome, roguish God.