Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
The tether, the string, the undeniable connection that warned this wasn’t a simple blowjob on a simple night of fun.
This was more.
And more could get us hurt.
Saliva dribbled down his length as I gathered up the wetness and corkscrewed my hand around his cock.
“Fuck. Fuck. I can’t—stop.” Nick tried to pull away.
I didn’t let him.
Having him in my mouth unlocked the floodgates of my power. Power I’d always hid behind. Power borne from my sexuality. A sexuality I’d always denied because society told me it was wrong to want, wrong to experiment, wrong to be brave and bold and brutally honest with what I craved.
A telltale ripple up his shaft and the headier flavour of salt exploded on my tongue just as Nick wrenched my mouth away. “I said...enough.”
Panting hard, I rocked back on my heels and licked my lips.
His nostrils flared as he glowered at me. Glowered with familiar disgust and disdain only now...I saw those two emotions for what they truly were: desperation and self-denial.
With a grunt, he dropped to his knees, grabbed my cheeks, and dragged me into the most consuming kiss of my life.
Our lips smashed together.
Our noses bumped.
It took a second to fit into one seamless dance but when we did, we ignited.
Wet and hot.
Fierce and vicious.
He kissed me as if he was dying.
He shoved me out of the persona of bookish scientist and turned me into a wanton, weak-kneed slut.
I devoured him back. I opened wide and let him take. I duelled his tongue with mine as if they were two daggers intent on drawing blood.
We were more honest without talking than we’d ever been. Honest in how blatantly hungry we were for each other. How addicted to this new freedom—where we could touch and taste and taunt.
Another frisson of fear filled me that tonight would forever change me.
I could no longer hide behind falseness.
I loved this wildness.
This barbarity.
I liked the thrill...the chase...the catch...the temptation.
My eyes shot wide as the realisation slammed into me.
Damn, I...I like Nick.
More than just physically. More than just sexually.
I liked his fiercely controlled violence. I liked his recklessness, his ruthlessness.
I liked how he made me feel when he finally gave in to the heat between us.
Nicholas was wrong. We would talk about this again. And again. And again.
We would do this. Over and over.
We would fall into this sick addiction and—
“Get up.” Hunter grabbed me under my arm and wrenched me to my feet. Nick fell backward, his lips swollen and eyes feral.
“Go and choose a weapon,” Hunter said to Nick while dragging me toward the bed. Climbing the three large steps, he sat down and planted me, facing him and wobble-standing, between his spread thighs.
“A weapon? What weapon?” Nick asked, pulling up his jeans to hide his glistening erection.
“Buckle up your pants, take off your blazer and shirt so you don’t sweat through them, then go and choose a whip or two.”
I tensed as I shot a look at Nick over my shoulder.
He stood with his hands balled in a sea of black carpet, looking as if hell lapped around his ankles. “A whip?” he asked ever so softly.
“Or a flogger. A paddle. Anything that takes your fancy.” Hunter grinned. “You wanted to embrace your sadistic side, and I know for a fact Ella longs to know just how much of a masochist she is. So...snap, snap.”
Sucking in a breath, Nick tore his gaze from mine and marched to the rack holding all manner of toys. He stared at the selection of leather strips, strings, knots, and tassels for far too long before reaching for his blazer and shrugging it off. Dropping it onto the floor, he grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and ripped it over his head, revealing the ridges and valleys of his washboard stomach.
Toeing off his shoes and wrenching off his socks, he successfully stole all my sanity as he stood before a rack of depravity, barefoot, bare-chested, and tenting his black jeans.
Freaking hell...how was I supposed to function? How was I supposed to speak when he was every fantasy I’d ever had come to life?
You don’t have to speak...only obey, remember?
I sucked in a breath as Hunter ran his fingers over my collarbone. My gaze snapped to his as he smiled. The glittery lightning bolt on his cheek caught the sconces, looking like a magical brand instead of a painful scar.
“Like what you see, little witch?” His fingers grazed lower, following the curve of my breast and finding my pebbled nipple beneath my bra. “You’ve seen everything that Nick has to offer. You’ve tasted him. And he’s kissed you twice. It’s now my turn.”
I swallowed hard as he followed the line of my waist, then hip, slowly dropping his fingers beneath my dress and sliding up and up, heading toward the pounding ache between my legs.