Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“No,” I answered. “You have more power than you could ever imagine.”
“Sure, I do.” She scoffed. “Because I took that power, and I made it mine.”
“You’ll never let a man hurt you again,” I supplied for her.
There was a quiver in her voice when she answered. “That’s right.”
“There’s just one problem with that,” I told her.
“What?” she asked.
“It means you’ll never let one love you, either.”
“WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?” Gypsy looked around the same room that I’d first taken her in this club.
“Get undressed,” I commanded.
She hesitated, her eyes drifting to the door I’d locked behind us. Tonight was not for show. It was intimate. Something for her and me and nobody else.
“Why did you bring me here?” she repeated.
I moved into her space, my fingers ghosting over the fading redness on her neck. “Do you trust me yet?”
I was desperate to drink the words from her lips, and I hoped she’d say yes, but Gypsy would never admit her vulnerabilities so freely. She didn’t know there was beauty in surrender.
I inched the hem of her tee shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. “I’m a man of my word. I’ve told you many times that I won’t hurt you.”
Her hands curled into my shirt, clinging to me with a weariness I wanted to extinguish for her. “Don’t you think I’ve heard that one before?”
I unbuttoned her shorts and removed those too. Standing in front of me, in the form of a beautiful woman, was a girl who never got to be. Frozen in her past, I needed a chisel to get inside her. It required delicate work. Layers upon layers of extrication. My skills were that of demolishment, but right now, I needed to be an artist.
I coaxed a kiss from her mouth and led her to the table in the center of the room. “You are safe in my care,” I assured her.
She bit her lip. “Is this what you need from me?”
“I said I wouldn’t harm you,” I answered. “And I meant it.”
Gypsy sighed, one foot planted firmly in front of her and one ready for the door. I would never know if it was her need to please me or her desire to make this work for her sister that drove her onto the table.
She laid down, and I spread her long, chestnut locks out behind her, allowing her hair to swing freely from the edge. The room was silent, but I knew her thoughts were loud when I wandered toward the wall and retrieved what I was looking for. I unwound a piece of thread from the spool, twining it around my fingers and showing it to her as I brought it between my teeth. It tore easily, and that would be the thing that she relied on in this scenario. Gypsy didn’t do well with restraints, but I had something to prove to her.
I wrapped a piece of thread around her wrists and tied the ends in a bow. “You can break them anytime you want.”
The sequence was repeated on each ankle, securing them to the table legs. She didn’t fight me, but there was an obvious change in her breathing already. Tension inched its way into her body as I disappeared from her vision to retrieve a small knife.
I didn’t try to hide the blade from her. That would only cause confusion. I wanted her to see it. I wanted her to process the chaotic thoughts in her mind and let me prove her wrong.
The curved edge of the metal came to rest against her hip, and I met her eyes. “You are safe in my care.”
Her lips parted when I dragged the blunt edge of the blade down between the band of her panties and her skin.
“Repeat it back to me,” I commanded.
Her voice trembled as she responded. “I am safe in your care.”
“Good girl,” I praised her as the knife sliced through the fabric of her panties, splitting them in two.
The action was repeated on the other side before I tossed away the lace I had no use for. Her thighs were sticky with arousal, and I could smell her sweetness from where I stood. I wanted to devour her already, but I’d waited seventeen years for a sin like her, so a few more minutes were nothing.
I drew the knife up over the sensitive flesh of her belly, watching her skin break out in goose bumps as I settled on her bra. The blade sliced through the band with little effort, unwrapping two soft rounded breasts swollen with want and topped off with two cherry ripe nipples.
“Fucking beautiful.” I leaned forward and slurped one of her breasts between my lips, working my jaw as my tongue lashed against the tender flesh.
Gypsy made a noise that got caught in her throat, and I pulled away, leaving her wet and exposed.