Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
He froze. Then it clicked—we were playing a game. “You say bear, and it’s over,” he whispered.
“Okay.”
Turning his hand sideways, he slid his fingers between my thighs. “You don’t want this?”
“No,” I said, tugging on his thick, sturdy wrist. It was like trying to pick up a cinderblock with my pinky. “I told you once before, I’m sick of being pushed around. I’m tired of everyone telling me what to do. This time, I’m putting up a fight.”
In two seconds flat, he had me pinned beneath him, my stomach to the mattress, his body heavy on my back. “Do it. Put up a fight.”
I squirmed and wiggled, as if I wanted to escape. One of my arms was trapped under my stomach along with one of his, but I swung at him with the other one—he laughed and let me flail before catching me by the wrist with his free hand and twisting that arm behind my back.
Placing his knees on either side of my thighs to keep them in place, he somehow captured my other arm, so he had both wrists crossed and pinioned against my lower back. “You’re going to have to fight harder than that, baby.”
I floundered and kicked and writhed, but it was like my upper body was encased in cement. “Not fair,” I panted, turning my head to the side. “You’re so much bigger and stronger than me.”
“You’re right. It really isn’t fair at all.” Somehow he locked one hand around both my wrists, holding them in place while he slid his other hand under my hips and hitched them up. Then he slipped a finger inside me from behind. Or maybe it was his thumb. “You’re wet.” His tone was cocky. “You want this.”
“I don’t,” I lied, inwardly begging for more.
As if he heard me, he pushed in deeper, crooking his finger in some magical way that had my mouth opening wide on a fast exhale. “Liar,” he rasped, now rubbing his fingertips over my clit in slow, sensual circles. “Now come for me.”
“Never. Go to hell.” I was panting with need, my nipples hard and tingling, my lower body surging with heat and pleasure. I wanted to move, to fuck his hand, to give up the fight. But part of what was turning me on so much was the game of resistance.
He flattened my body with his and spoke with a menacing tone. “Don’t move, if you know what’s good for you.” Then he leaned down and reached under the bed. He felt around, and a moment later, he brought up his hand with my curvy little mini vibrator tucked in his grip. “What’s this?”
It looked small in his wide, strong hand, but I knew how powerful it could be. “It’s none of your business.”
He pushed a button, switching it on. “Funny, I distinctly remember you offering to share your toys with me last night.”
“I changed my mind.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest as he slipped his hand beneath my hips again, yanked them up, and pressed the humming vibrator against my clit. “Too late now.”
“Jerk.” I pushed my forehead into the mattress. It felt so good, the way he was rubbing me with the rumbling little toy. I felt the vibrations in every fiber of my being. My body moved of its own accord as the tension pulled tight across my abdomen.
“That’s it.” His words dripped with self-satisfaction. “Just like that. Come for me. You want this.”
“No!” I yelled, the mattress muffling the sound.
He laughed, holding it tight to my clit, the increased pressure and steady tremble taking me right to the summit.
Then his words pushed me right off.
“The only thing you want more is my cock.”
“Fuck you.” My eyes closed and everything around me disappeared. There was only his scent in the air, his voice in my head, and the delicious, continuous burst of sensation beneath his touch.
When I stopped convulsing beneath him, he removed the toy, letting my hips collapse onto the mattress. Then he let go of my wrists and straightened up. “Three.” Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna hit the shower. Join me if you want to fight about number four.”
He sank his teeth into my shoulder before tossing the vibrator onto the bed and leaving the room.
The shower had only been running for a few minutes when I finally caught my breath and followed him into the bathroom. I noticed the light was on, which meant power had been restored at some point during the night. I took a minute to brush my teeth before I pulled back the shower curtain.
Xander looked like a god, bronzed and sculpted, water cascading down his tall, masculine body as he stood there slowly stroking his fully erect cock. “What took you so long?”
My eyes traveled down hungrily over his wet skin—the wide shoulders, the glistening ink, the towering erection—and back up again. With his hair all slicked back from his face, the chiseled jaw and cheekbones were even more arresting.