Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Go on,” he says. “Use the bathroom.”
I raise my eyebrows. “What? Are you going to watch?”
He grins.
“No. No way. Get out.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I grit my teeth. “Please get out.”
“Aww. I think you may have a sweet side after all. But no.”
I exhale, muster all my strength and stride toward him. He watches my approach, my leash, my fucking leash swinging like a pendulum between my breasts, the lock hanging off the end of it brushing my clit with each step. It’s cold and I don’t like the sensations it’s sending through me as the weight of it swings back and forth.
A sound comes from inside his throat as he openly takes me in.
I take a long look at him. He’s tall, well over six feet. He’s broad shouldered and although not bulky, I see the definition of muscle in his shoulders and biceps through his shirt. I take in the twin tattoos, the scaly flesh of what might be snakes or dragons maybe circling his arms. I wonder where they meet.
But it’s not that that has me grin as I lift my gaze to his and tilt my head. Because his eyes have gone dark, and a glance down reveals the outline of his erection.
I change tactic and give him a wide grin. “You like looking at me, Zeke?” I ask in my most seductive voice which honestly probably isn’t very.
“It’s Ezekiel. We’re not friends.”
“No, we’re not.” I get closer, close enough to slap my hand over his erection and squeeze. He’s surprised, very clearly, and I relish the moment of victory even knowing he’ll punish me for it. “But tell me, do you like looking at me, Ezekiel? I get the feeling you do,” I say, squeezing, sliding my hand up and down.
He exhales with what I can only call a deep, almost animal rattle from inside his chest and brushes a knuckle over my cheek. When I jerk my head away, he chuckles and next thing I know, he hooks his finger through the ring at the center of my choker and hauls me up on my tiptoes by it. This close, I can see the interlocking rings of black and silver that circle his eyes and feel the heat coming off his skin. I inhale, taking in his aftershave, the leathery, clean scent of him. He draws me nearer, and I set my free hand on his shoulders for balance. I swallow then lick my lips. His eyes narrow when they settle on my mouth. He leans close enough that the stubble on his cheek tickles my face. I hear his soft intake of breath, as if he’s inhaling my scent. And when he speaks, warm air brushes my ear making me shiver. Making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“I like looking at you very much, Bluebird Thorne,” he says in that low, slow tone of his, the deep timbre of his voice a vibration that passes from his chest to mine. “But do you know what I like even better?”
I swallow again, my heart thudding against my ribcage.
“Your hand squeezing my cock.” I gasp when he licks the shell of my ear before he drags his teeth over the lobe. Blood pulses through me, my nipples tightening to peaks and moth wings fluttering inside my stomach. “I think I’d like your pretty lips around it even more.” As he says it, he draws back to look at me and holds my gaze as he begins to push me down to the floor by the collar. “Yes, I think I’d like to see you on your knees with my cock fucking that dirty little mouth of yours. What do you think, Little Convict?”
I shake my head, pull my hand from around his erection and grip his arm, digging my fingernails into it though his shirt.
“Never. Let me go,” I tell him, recovering myself but just barely. I’m flushed red, I’m sure. I can feel the heat of my body’s betrayal on my face, and I have no doubt he can see clearly how he’s affecting me.
“Never say never. Don’t you know that?” He jerks me upright and this time, he doesn’t bring his mouth to my ear. This time, we’re nose-to-nose and the darkness inside his wolf eyes sends alarm bells ringing.
There’s a beast inside this man with his elegant, refined façade. And I’ve woken it.
“Let me go.”
“If you don’t want to suck my cock, then you shouldn’t be wrapping your hands around it, should you?”
“Let me go.”
“I asked you a question.”
“Just let me fucking go.”
“Answer my fucking question,” he says through his teeth.
“No. No I guess I shouldn’t. Maybe you should keep your eyes in your head then. Or better yet. Give me my clothes back!”
“Not a quick learner, are you?” he asks, releasing me abruptly so I stumble backward. “Piss, Blue.”