Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I don’t . . . I don’t want anything too extreme. I’m not into blood play. I kind of get woozy at the sight of blood. Or humiliation. No, thank you. That is not a turn-on. And no food.”
“No food?”
“Yeah, I don’t like to be sticky. No whipped cream, no chocolate sauce, no food in the bed.”
“But this is okay?”
“Yes, this is . . . this is more than okay.”
He stepped back, and she leaned more against the door, her legs threatening to cave in on her. He held out his hand. “Key.”
Gracen placed the key in his hand, and he wrapped his arm around her waist before sliding the key into the lock on the first try.
“Show off,” she muttered.
Opening the door, he pulled her into the small apartment. Then turning, he locked the door. There was a musty sort of smell inside that she couldn’t get rid of. It was run-down. The laminate floors were worn and peeling up in places and the walls were a sickly-yellow color. And while she’d tried her best to brighten the place up, it was all too obvious that everything was tired and worn down.
Much like her.
“I’m sorry the place is a mess,” she said nervously as she moved into the tiny living space. I didn’t get a chance to clean up last night. I’ll just go tidy—”
He grasped her arm and then gently turned her so she was pressed against the wall. Then his hand went back to her neck, and arousal flooded her. He tilted her head slightly back and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel his beard against her skin, rough and delicious. His smooth lips moved against hers. Pressure applied to her jaw had her parting her lips and his tongue swept inside to tease her.
When he drew back, she swore she was seeing stars. The room around them was a blur. There was just her and Victor.
“Put your hands above your head and keep them there,” he commanded.
She slid her hands up the wall, pressing them against it. Satisfaction filled his face, making her feel like she’d conquered some mountain rather than just followed a simple order.
“It’s so fucking sexy when you obey me.” He raised his hands, pressing them against hers and entwining their fingers. Then he kissed her again.
And she swore if it wasn’t for the fact that she was pressed between his large body and the wall that she’d have fallen flat on her ass.
“My beautiful girl. So gorgeous. So amazing.”
Whoa. She couldn’t believe what he was saying to her. No one had ever spoken to her this way. In fact, every guy she’d been with had seemed to get off on putting her down.
Not raising her up.
“Keep your hands where they are. Move them and you’ll have to be punished, understand me?”
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Yes, Victor,” he corrected.
“Yes, Victor.”
8
Victor reached for the bottom of her sweater, shoving it and her T-shirt over her breasts. She flushed with embarrassment as he took in her worn bra. She really hoped she had a decent pair of panties on—if that’s where he was going next.
Please let him be going there next.
He cupped her breast, then tongued her nipple through the worn fabric before moving his hands around her back to undo the hooks of her bra.
Then he shoved that material up as well, exposing her full breasts.
“I know they’re kind of saggy and big . . . ” she trailed off when he stared down at her with a fiery expression.
Oh, whoops.
Why did I say that? Idiot.
“What did you just say?” he murmured, his hand going behind her neck as he glared down at her.
“I, uh, well . . . crap. Can we forget I just said that?”
He cupped her breast. “No.” He ran his thumb over her tight nub, and she shivered. “I shouldn’t let you come as punishment.”
“What? No!”
“I’ve given you several warnings, little bit. It’s time you learned I won’t tolerate such comments. You have a choice. We stop now, you get dressed, and I’ll put you to bed.”
“Or?” she asked, hoping the alternative was better.
“Or you turn around, take down your pants, and stick your ass out for a spanking.”
“I get to come with option two?”
“Yep.”
He eyed her calmly. She wasn’t sure what he was looking for. But she suspected he thought she’d freak out over the thought of being spanked.
She was gratified to see his eyes widen in shock as she stepped slightly forward then turned and reached for the top of her pants, drawing them down.
“Well, that is a surprise.” He ran his hand over her ass, and she shivered. She tried to look down to see what panties she was wearing. The peach ones? Okay, not so bad. They were newer and had some lace at the back.
“I expected you to take option one. Seems someone needs to come. Badly.”