Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“I think you’re mistaking fear for excitement.”
“Oh, my beautiful wife, I’m very familiar with those emotions, and you are definitely feeling both.”
“Isn’t that bad? You shouldn’t want me to be afraid of you.”
“I don’t mind.”
“That’s a little weird.”
“I already told you. I’m not a normal person.” His mouth moves down my chin. “Tell me you really don’t want to fuck me, Casey.”
“I don’t know what I want,” I whisper, which is the truest thing I’ve ever said in my life.
“Then let me show you some options.” He pins me tighter against the wall as his fingers unbutton my work slacks. “Or are you going to fight me on this, too?”
“Would you like it if I did?” I don’t know why I’m playing his game. I don’t know why I’m not running away screaming.
Except it feels good when he’s this close. Despite everything, despite feeling so trapped and lost, when Adler touches me, it’s like all that doubt’s washed away.
That’s a problem.
I should be more objective. I should hold him at a distance, keep myself rational, and there’s nothing rational about this animal reaction I’m having.
This pure heat in my core.
No, this is only a very bad distraction, one that feels so good it doesn’t matter that I know it’s a problem.
I want it anyway.
His mouth finds my ear again. “Go ahead and struggle. I don’t mind one bit.”
Then he kisses me hard.
Chapter 24
Casey
I want to fight him. I want to thrash, kick, scream, call him terrible names.
But the moment his mouth touches mine, I’m all his. Body, mind, soul, whatever, everything, from my toes to the tip of my nose, all his.
I melt into that kiss. I return it with a frenzy, with a hunger. I bite his lip, try to push him back, but we both know I’m playing the game. It’s half-hearted at best, a little show. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head with a surprising ferocity. The man’s big, he’s strong, and he could tear me to pieces.
I want him to try.
“You’re not really fighting me,” he says, kissing my neck, making me shiver. “You want this to happen, don’t you?”
“I want you to let me go back to work.”
“Negotiating while I kiss you? That’s cold-hearted.”
“I’m hoping you’re vulnerable right now.”
He pulls back, his expression amused. “You’re the vulnerable one, my little wife.”
I chew on my lip. He’s very right about that. “You want to fuck me? I want something in return.” I can’t believe I’m saying this right now, but based on the look on his face, he likes it.
“I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“I just don’t want things to change.”
He kisses me, gently this time. “They already have,” he says, then pulls my arms down and drags me to the bed.
I put up a struggle, which doesn’t do much. I end up on my belly. He yanks down my slacks and panties, exposing my ass. I try to roll over, try to wriggle away, but his grip is like iron and he’s twice my size.
“You can’t just—take whatever you want—” I try to twist but it’s useless. “You need to start listening to me.”
“And you need to start obeying my rules.” His palm comes down on my ass, spanking me so hard I can only gasp then release a low, painful moan. “There you go, lovely girl.” He spanks me again, and again. “I know you want to fight me. You think I’m doing this because I’m selfish, but you’re so wrong about that. If I had my way, none of this would be happening.”
“Then why?” I manage to gasp, not sure what the hell he’s talking about. “Why marry me? Why lock me up? What are you so afraid of?”
“I’m afraid for you.” He spanks me, pulls my hair, and reaches between my legs to tease my slit.
My god, I’m so wet. I don’t even realize it until he touches me. I wiggle my hips, humping his hand. It feels so fucking good, like my brain’s on fire. The pathways between pain and pleasure are crossed, mixed-up, and I think my skull might explode.
He spanks me again, teases me some more, then buries his fingers inside my pussy. I whimper, biting down on the blanket, my hands up above my head and gripping the sheets tightly. He fucks me like that, big fingers sliding in and out before he spanks me again, grabs my hips, and rolls me over.
I stare at him in shock as he shoves his wet fingers in my mouth.
“Suck,” he commands.
And I obey. I lick myself from his fingers, moaning as I do it, my right hand down between my legs, touching myself.
He likes that. And shit, I can’t stop.
“Don’t get yourself off yet,” he growls. “That’s my job.”
“Stop me then,” I say, panting, and he grabs my wrist, shoving it above my head.