Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
He meets my gaze squarely. “You know why.”
I grit my teeth. “Because I insulted you?”
He doesn’t reply.
No, it goes so much deeper. “Because I’m your plaything, your toy?”
“Because your life is mine.”
Ah. Some honesty. “And that gives you the right to do with me as you please?”
“I know what’s best for you.”
“Do you?” I cock a hip. “Explain to me how a spanking is in my best interest.”
He pushes to his feet, towering over me. Predatory energy rolls off him like a thick fog, its darkness swallowing me whole. The frosty blue color of his eyes makes them appear as cold as always, but sparks glint in their depths.
His words are measured. “Because if I don’t spank you, I’m going to fuck you, and if I fuck you tonight, I’m going to break you in two.”
I’m so caught off guard not only by his statement but also by his honesty that I don’t see him coming until he’s on top of me, pinning my wrists in one big hand behind my back and locking the other around my nape.
We’re standing chest-to-chest, the length of his body covering mine. His cock grows hard against my stomach as he holds my gaze with a look that devours, letting me feel and see his intention.
I twist in his hold. “Let me go.”
“You can walk to the bed and lie down willingly, or I can carry you there and tie you up.”
The last part gives me pause. I don’t want to be that vulnerable with him, especially not when I’m naked underneath the towel. I stop breathing when he lowers his head and brushes our cheeks together.
“Are you going to do as I say?” he whispers in a deep, seductive voice in my ear. “Or would you like the second scenario better? It’s a fantasy for many women I’ve been with.”
My temper flares like a firecracker, eradicating the guard I should keep in front of my mouth. Fighting him anew, I blurt out, “I don’t want to hear about all the damn kinky women you’ve been with.”
We both still. I cringe internally while he stares at me with a mixture of surprise and victory.
My chest rises and falls with my erratic breaths as we face each other in the aftermath of the truth I just dropped. That a part of me is envious. Jealous.
I’d give anything to take back those words, but all I can do is look at him with defiance and not as if I want to bite off my own tongue.
He drops his gaze to my mouth, studying that treacherous part of me as if he wants to eat it. Before I can blink, he loosens his grip on the back of my neck and tangles his fingers in the bun on my head. Holding me in place with one hand in my hair and the other around my wrists, he crashes his mouth on mine and kisses me. He sweeps his tongue along the seam of my lips before parting them and stealing inside.
His urgency takes my breath away. He yanks me closer, pressing our bodies harder together, but I’m grinding just as fervently against him. The flames of anger transform into a different heat that burns deep in my core. He kisses me with that devastating skill until my mind is blank and logic fails me.
When he walks backward to the bed, bringing me with him, I don’t resist. I fall deeper into the desire that rips through my body and more under his spell. I forget who he is or why I’m here.
Or maybe, it’s exactly who he is that makes me shiver with uncontrollable need. The danger and the wrongness are like fuel on the fire. I’ve always tried so hard to be a good girl, to not be my mom, that I’ve never let myself go aside from the night I conceived my baby. The consequences of that night alone, of what happens when I stop being responsible, should bring me to my senses, but when Saverio sits on the bed and pulls me between his legs, I don’t want to be a good girl. Not anymore. Not now.
He lets go of my hair but not of my wrists. Staring up at me with the most exquisite hunger etched on his features, he asks, “Do you want this?”
I do, but I shouldn’t. A part of me wants to throw caution to the wind while another part clings to the threads of reason, but it’s like hanging over the edge of a cliff on a fraying rope.
“Think carefully before you decide,” he continues.
I could’ve easily missed the warning in those words. It was just a hint. Just an intonation of his voice. A little more darkness that bleeds into his eyes. But it hooks into my subconsciousness, compelling me to surface from the lustful fog that’s taken over my brain. And that’s when my reason returns and my mind kicks back into action. Pinned between his legs with my arms constrained behind my back, I’m in a dangerous position. He can easily take away my choice, and I’ll never give in to that.