Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” She dug in her feet, slipping in the blood that trailed him.
“Get in the shower.” He pushed her in the general direction. “Back against the wall. Hands at your sides.”
He didn’t need to flash the blade on his finger. His tone was sharp enough to send her running.
“What did I do?” She pressed her spine against the shower wall and pinched her arms close to her ribs. “If I angered you—”
“You meant to. You’ll fight me at every turn.” He set the razor on the counter and prowled toward her with a terrifying glint in his eyes. “I look forward to it.”
“Don’t hurt me.” Her breathing quickened, knocking her chest into a heaving jog.
“Too late for that.” He stepped into the shower and wrapped both hands around her neck, forcing her head back with his thumbs beneath her chin. “I fucked you thoroughly and completely, and I’ve only just begun.”
Warm blood dripped from his arm to her chest, and she shivered. “You need to get Boones. Let him look at your cuts.”
“Tell me you care if I bleed out.”
“No.” She set her jaw. “I don’t care.”
“So fucking honest.” He leaned in and licked her lips. “Tell me more.”
“You’re a possessive, duplicitous, unreasonable nutjob.”
“Your insults make me so damn hard.” He dropped a hand to her ass and squeezed it painfully. “Me encanta tu culo. When I put my mouth here…” He wedged a finger into the crack, making her clench. “When I lick this tight rim, tell me you hate it.”
She couldn’t. Just thinking about it hardened her nipples. She knew it was happening when he glanced down at her chest and grinned.
“I waited twelve years for you.” He touched his mouth to the corner of hers.
“Don’t say that.”
The wet sound of dripping drew her attention to the tile floor. Red splatters hit the drain. One heavy drop landed on her foot and worked its way between her toes. They both stared at it.
“I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life. What’s normal to me would be shocking by society’s standards.” He wiped a hand over the cuts on his arm, collecting a palm full of blood. “Don’t move.”
He set that hand against her stomach and smeared the scarlet wetness across her hips, her thighs, and between her legs.
Horror hit her in a surge of tears, trembling her chin and burning through her sinuses. She closed her eyes, desperate to unsee the blood he was rubbing into her pussy.
“I’ve been a voyeur for twelve years.” His hands cupped her face, warm and sticky. “Always watching from the front row, close enough to smell the tang of a soaked cunt, to hear the hungry slap of balls. I collected a lot of fantasies, and the things I’ve imagined… The dirty, filthy fucking things I’ve played out in my head never had an outlet.”
Until now.
Until her.
She kept her eyes squeezed shut and bit down on a sob. But it found her vocal chords and vibrated in her throat.
He moved in closer, his wet palms sailing downward, lingering on her chest, tweaking her nipples, then continuing south to her waist and hips. No inch of her was left untouched. He was so attentive that way, achingly affectionate, and it fucked with her head.
Reaching her balled hands at her sides, he pried them open and guided one to his groin.
“Let go of your self-imposed restrictions, Kate.” He forced her fingers around his heavy testicles.
When she tried to pull away, his free hand flew to her throat and applied pressure.
“Let go of every preconceived notion you have about sex.” Holding her neck in a threatening restraint, he slid her hand to his cock and molded her fingers around the girth. “Fuck the stigmas and labels and society’s definition of what’s proper. Stop thinking about what you should do and fight for what you want.”
“You know, maybe I’d feel more liberated if the roles were reversed.” She swallowed against the collar of his fist and opened her eyes. “I have no power here. I’m completely at your mercy, and as you already pointed out, you have none.”
His lips split in a feral smile, a menacing spark lighting up his eyes. “Fucking love your mouth.”
The hand on her throat crept into her hair, and he clutched a hunk of it to yank her lips to his.
Stubborn as she was, she tried to resist. But she just couldn’t. Not with his hot, beautiful cock in her hand, his fingers holding that grip, and his mouth setting her on fire.
The kiss went from playful to starving in seconds. Her body craved him. It recognized his touch, his mouth, the scent of his skin, and the rumbling sound of his voice. Didn’t matter how selfish or cruel he was. The brainless, fleshy parts of her loved the way he made her feel.