Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“If I remember correctly, you did The Hunt for those baskets. Plenty of money inside them.”
“Who says I did The Hunt for the baskets? Maybe I do The Hunts for the exact same reason you do.”
He pauses, stares into my eyes, and the intensity nearly steals my breath.
“You’re mine now.” His voice is husky and dangerously low, laced with the same heat racing throughout my body. “Every single move you make is my damn business. And if you want to be treated like a princess, you better be ready for everything it entails.”
“Like what?” I shoot back. There’s a pause where we only stare at each other, challenging the other to break first. When he takes too long to answer, I scoff. “I dare you to try it.”
My words are a challenge, and Braken Frost immediately rises to the occasion.
He shifts me so I’m fully seated on the desk, but a firm hand on my shoulder keeps me from rising. With his other hand, he tugs up the fabric of my dress until my black panties are completely exposed.
I should push him away. I know I should. Giving my body to a man I barely know is not my style. And yet ever since moving to Heathens Hollow, that is exactly what I’ve been doing. I should resist. I should find some inner purity and strength, but when his rough hand begins trailing from my knee to my thigh, electricity zaps through my veins and takes the words from me.
He trails his hand up the inside of my right thigh, inching closer and closer to my throbbing pussy. I slightly close my legs, the last of my fading resistance.
Braken doesn’t like that. He grabs onto the meat of my thigh, forcing my legs apart, and gives my inner thigh a light slap for good measure. The sting of my skin makes me gasp, but I don’t tell him to stop. My body is throbbing for another smack to take my mind off the hazy lust clouding my judgment.
“Keep your legs open for me,” he demands, “or I’m going to spank this ass of yours until you can’t sit for days.”
His voice is right in my ear, vibrating straight down my core. When he doesn’t start moving again, I realize Braken is offering me an out. I can push him away, go home, and grab my vibrator to relieve this tension myself. Or I can stay, let him have me, and lose myself in hateful, spine-tingling pleasure.
The latter sounds so much fucking better.
I don’t answer but I open my legs as far as I can and keep him there. A smirk lights his face at my obedience, and I’m rewarded with his knuckles grazing my cloth-covered cunt.
That’s all he gives me, two knuckles running up and down until the fabric is wet with my essence. I try to lift my hips to meet his infuriating slow touch, but he smacks my thigh again, the sound ringing in his office.
“Princesses take what they’re given,” he growls. With the light from his office windows shining on his back, his already dark face is completely shadowed. He looks like a wolf ready to devour his prey, and it’s all thanks to me.
“I think you have the wrong idea about me,” I retort, but it’s breathless, wispy, lost in the way my chest heaves for more.
Braken smirks and grabs onto the elastic of my panties, snapping it against my flushed skin. I lift my hips without him even asking, and it only makes his smirk grow.
“Pretty sure I don’t.”
My comeback dies on my lips as soon as a firm hand cups my pussy beneath my panties. Braken massages two of his fingers up and down my slick folds, his hawk-like eyes watching my reactions. I try to swallow back my vocal pleasure. I don’t want him to realize how badly I want him to bend me over this desk and fuck me until my mind is blank. But as soon as he pulls my folds apart and sinks his middle finger into my pussy, I can’t stop the soft mewl that escapes.
His low chuckle both pisses me off and makes my core throb. His body traps me, keeping me firmly under his control. Braken leans forward, mouthing at my exposed collarbones as he slowly pumps his finger in and out. It’s agonizingly slow, but I don’t want him to stop, especially when his thumb gently grazes my throbbing clit with the most featherlight touch.
As hard as it is to do, I keep my hips still so he doesn’t stop. Braken rewards me with a light kiss to the column of my throat, his facial hair tickling my sensitive skin and drawing a soft moan from me. His middle finger speeds up and begins circling my clit in quick, practiced strokes with his thumb.