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)
Tonight, I belong to Braken Frost.
His tongue pushes against mine, hands tugging at my long green skirt. There’s an urgency in his movements that has my body singing. He wants me as much as I want him. Enough that he’s willing to fuck me out in the open at one of his hotels, since he isn’t bothering to move anywhere else. He bites onto my bottom lip and tugs, making me moan. By the time he’s done ravishing my mouth, my lips are swollen, and my vision is glazed with want.
“Fuck me,” he whispers before forcing my head to the side and attacking my neck.
I tug at his suit jacket and shirt, trying to open them enough so I can feel his skin. His tattoos peek out from his clothes, and I dig my fingers into the black ink around his neck. It’s a reminder of whose mercy I’m at, and that only makes my core throb even more.
Braken finds my panties with his fingers, but there’s no playing like at his office. He rips them down my legs with a few tugs, and I kick them off as best I can with his large body pinning me down. I still have them around my right ankle when he pries apart my folds.
Fuck, I’m so wet that one finger easily slides inside. With just a few pumps, he adds another. His strokes are fast and deliberate, meant to make me arch against him and scream his name. And it fucking works. I moan his name as soon as he touches my aching clit, and I feel him smirk against my neck. With his other hand he gropes at my covered breasts, squeezing and rolling through the fabric until my nipples are hard.
Everything is so overwhelming. My head spins with the heat, my walls clenching down around his fingers. I whine when he curls them and cry out when he tugs on my earlobe with his teeth as he presses hard against my throbbing clit with his thumb. I’m putty under his touch, hips rising to get him deeper with more of that delicious friction.
“Are you gonna come for me, Fiora?” he whispers into my ear. His low, throaty voice makes me flush. “Have you been a good girl?”
“Fuck you, Braken,” I answer breathlessly, nails digging in so hard to his skin I’m sure I leave marks.
Braken, for all his bullshit, has mercy on me. He pulls my hips further off the wall with his other hand so he’s at the perfect angle to make a mess of my pussy. I drip down his fingers, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to the brink. His thumb speeds up on my clit, matching the furious pace of his fingers. A few more rubs, and I come undone. I throw my head back as I yell out in pleasure, my world going white. Days of sexual tension wash over me, and I tremble with each pulse of passion.
For a second, I’m floating. Then Braken brings me crashing back to earth by pinching my swollen and sensitive clit. I gasp and try to squirm away from his fingers, but he doesn’t let me. He maintains that sadistic smirk as he brushes my throbbing clit with his thumb again and again, his wet fingers patting my slick folds.
“I think you mean fuck me, Braken.” He smacks my folds a few times, the sting making me gasp. “Go on. Say it.”
I bite my swollen lip. Saying it means giving myself to him completely. Making me his girl in every way. Claiming my body and my innocence. Can I really do that?
Clearly not liking my hesitation, he flips me around and spanks my ass over and over, igniting my flesh and sending jolts of pleasure to my core.
“I’m going to spank this ass of yours until you do,” he says, continuing the spanking, each swat harder than the last.
If someone were to walk in on us right now and see this man spanking me—
“Fiora,” he warns, and I crumble.
“Fuck me, Braken,” I repeat, more of a sigh than actual words. “Now.”
He continues to spank me, hard enough that I’m going to feel this tomorrow, and clearly not wanting to act on my command. With the intensity of the slaps, he’s showing me one thing—spank after spank.
Braken Frost is in control.
He flips me back to facing him. His smirk only grows as he smashes his lips to mine. His kiss is demanding and dominant, all teeth and tongue as he sucks, licks, and bites to leave his mark on my mouth.
Just as I’m about to weave my fingers in his hair, he roughly grabs my hips and spins me around, making me face the wall again. I’m bent over a full ninety degrees, my long green skirt thrown haphazardly over my back. The swish of his clothes and the clink of his belt follow, and when I turn my head to look back, his hard cock bobs by his stomach in between his unzipped slacks.