Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 148238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
I settled back onto the mattress and placed my arms above me. Kill straddled me higher, his hard cock coming within centimeters of my mouth. He looked magnificent—a long-haired rebel with a mermaid smiling her secret smile on his leg.
My breathing turned to pants as my core clenched. I could stare at his perfect body all day and still want more. I wanted to lick the deliciously formed Vs of his stomach. I wanted to trace the shadows of muscles and press kisses on his inner thighs.
So much he denied himself by tying me up. Touch was the greatest thing a human could enjoy—it was better than sex. Touch could be anything from consoling to inspiring—to go through life without being caressed by another? My heart hurt for him.
“Do you ever let anyone touch you?” I whispered as he strapped my other wrist with a cuff, locking the bar in the center to keep it from contracting. The pressure of being spread stretched my shoulders. It felt nice, for now, but I knew it would begin to ache very quickly. He’d tightened it so there was no room to move or wriggle.
“No,” he snapped. “Stop talking.” He climbed off the bed and disappeared again.
The next time he returned, he held the gold tie.
He obviously wasn’t going to use it to bind my wrists seeing as I was trapped. My eyes. He wants to blindfold you.
Panic laced my blood at the thought of being in the dark again.
“You want me to fuck you, this is how it’s gonna be. You don’t touch me. You don’t see me. You take what I give you and don’t ask for a drop more.”
“I let you restrain me, but I don’t want to be blindfolded.”
Kill chuckled, running his rough fingers down my cheek. “Still thinking you have the power to say no.” Bending over me, he whispered in my ear, “Where you’re concerned, I’ve given the wrong impression. You don’t get to ask me for things. You obey me and hope to God you please me. You’re only here because I want you to be here—but under my fucking terms. Got it?”
He’s lying not only to me, but himself. Yes, I was bound and about to be fucked under his rules. But only because I’d kissed him. Only because I wanted this.
My heart beat harder for a man so deeply entrenched in denial. Could he not even admit to himself that he’d met another woman who could affect him like his Dead Girl? So what if I looked like her? I was different from his past. Different from my past. What was happening between us was exactly that—between us—not between ghosts and memories.
If he needs to believe his fibs, let him.
I needed to make him keep me. I didn’t mind playing his rules in order to do that.
Nodding, I whispered, “Okay. I’ll do what you want.”
Surprise flared his eyes, followed by smoldering lust. “Damn right you will.”
In a fast move, he leaned over and pressed the tie around my vision. His fingers were soft as he secured the blindfold behind my head, blotting out the soft light of the bedroom. Instantly, my other senses went haywire. Prickling with extra sensitivity and heat.
My eyelashes crushed beneath the restriction, and I swallowed my rising panic as he secured the knot at the back of my head. I winced as he tugged accidentally on my hair.
“Why?” I panted. Without vision, my body became a focal point. My breasts were suddenly heavier, my core suddenly wetter. My heart whizzed faster while my breathing slowed with self-preservation.
“You know why.”
I do know why. I just didn’t think it was the reason he thought.
His fingertips trailed down my stomach, following my belly button and the dip of my muscles to my core.
I tensed against the cuffs, my toes curling against the overload of sensation. I burned where he touched; I shivered where he didn’t. I wanted to be consumed.
“The darkness, the blindness. Everything is amplified. Do you feel me?” His breath skated over my skin, making me tremble as my need turned into a beast demanding more.
“Yes,” I moaned as his touch followed the lace of my panties, caressing ever so lightly over my clit. I bowed off the bed as his touch turned ticklish, tracing the inside of my thigh all the way to my knee. “You’re focused entirely on me. I can see how wet you are through your underwear. I can smell how much you want me.”
I moaned as the bed shifted with his weight.
“Your senses overcompensate. You’ll want me more. You feel everything I do to you ten times more. Do you deny it?”
I thrashed as he dragged his touch over my panties again. “No. It’s true.”
“Maybe it will help you remember,” he murmured against my mouth. I arched up, seeking his lips. Desperation filled me for a simple mind-warping kiss.