Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
My pussy clenches tighter than even when he had his finger in me. “Naked.”
I stand frozen as he does exactly as I said and pulls off his clothes, one piece at a time, like my own private Magic Mike show. I was going to suggest going to see it while we were in town, but no, I think I like this much, much better.
I bite my lip by the time he gets to his boxers and shoves them down, stepping out to reveal his long, massively engorged cock.
He reaches down to touch himself, still watching me, but I quickly say, “Don’t. That’s my toy.”
He heaves out a breath, his cock leaping as he puts his hands behind his back, eyes smoldering, before he climbs on the bed. He never takes his eyes off me the entire time he arranges a pillow beneath his backside and lays down just like I told him to.
“You fucking kill me when you bite your lip like that,” he says, voice rough as gravel.
I do it again, just to see what happens, and his cock twitches where it lays against his stomach.
“Oh, do I?” I tease, deliberately adjusting my bottom lip between my teeth. “How so?”
“I want you to hold me down and ride me and bite me.”
“Do you, now?” I take a slow, measured step toward him, loving the way his eyes widen in anticipation. But then, just to be a menace, I pivot and head for my quickly packed bag instead.
I can feel his obsessive gaze tracking my every move. God, I didn’t know what it would feel like to be wanted this much.
But what about when he finds out what I’ve been keeping from him? Will he still look at me like this? Or will he fly off the handle? I’ve seen too many men explode into a rage before. He hates his father with a fire that burns in his bones.
How much like him is he?
Nothing!
I know Bane. I do.
No matter what he says about his past, he’s not his father.
Still, my fingers hesitate for just a second before I grab the things I need and turn back to him.
He lifts a dark eyebrow when he sees what I’m carrying. “Jeans? You going somewhere?”
I tilt my head, my smile curling despite my anxiety. “I was thinking about going for a ride.”
His entire body tightens, the way his focus narrows on me, making my stomach flip. “Oh?”
I reach down and wrap both hands around one of his thick wrists, squeezing slightly. “Some stallions are best kept tied while you saddle up.”
His nostrils flare. I swear his cock gets even harder.
I knot one leg of the jeans around his wrist as tight as I can, then drag his arm down and tie the other leg to the top of the bed frame.
His chest rises and falls heavy, eyes burning into me as I move around the bottom of the bed, grabbing the second pair of jeans to do the same to his other wrist.
When he’s secured, I set the last object from my bag on the nightstand, making sure he gets a good look at it.
I particularly enjoy the way his breath hitches when he recognizes it.
“Alright, you absolute menace,” he murmurs in a voice somewhere between reverence and raw need.
I grin as I stand from tying his second arm down, watching his gaze stay locked on the small tincture of oil I stole from the church this morning as we fled the altar.
“Did you miss it?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “I did not. I’d forgotten all about it.”
His eyes finally find mine again, and my breath catches.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I snatch the oil from the side of the bed and sling my leg over his waist, facing away from his face, reverse cowgirl style.
He groans again. “Fuck. Why do you have me tied up like this? I want to touch that ass.”
“You’ve told me your secrets. I want to tell you mine. But I want you to behave and not freak out when I do.”
“Moira. There’s nothing you can tell me that’s going to make me change my mind about loving you.”
I look over my shoulder. “Good. But I still don’t want you going off and doing anything stupid, either. I’ll feel better this way.”
Then I smile wickedly as I lift the little bottle of anointing oil and pull out the stopper.
First though, I grab his long, hard cock with my other hand and feed it into my wet cunt. Oh, God, yes. I clench around him, folding my legs beside his hip and riding him for a few long moments to give both of us some release from the pressure that’s built up all day.
Behind me, I can feel him twisting like he’s trying to get free of his restraints as his hips rise up to meet mine, straining to get deeper.