Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
How does he have me wrapped around his little finger like that? I’ve never been this way. I’ve never opened myself up like this. I never wanted to, either. But he forced it out of me. Logically, I know he treats me better than anyone else ever has. He gives me more than I ever thought I would have. How could I not fall for him when he cares for me as he does?
Not to mention he’s handsome, powerful, and radiates a sex appeal like I have never known. He’s practically a god among mortals. More so than any supernatural I’ve ever met. Even compared to his brothers, the air seems to bend around him. That doesn’t make keeping my guard up easy. The bathroom door opens, and he beckons me with a simple “come.”
My body instantly obeys and that warmth flows deep within my belly.
Pet. Nothing but a pet, my inner voice hisses, and yet it does nothing to slow my pace to meet him in front of the sink. “Turn,” he commands me, adding a twirl of his finger, and I do as he says. I stare back at him in the mirror. Both of us completely bared to one another, but only one of us holding any power at all. It’s quiet and I search his expression for any hint at all as to what he has planned for me, but he gives nothing away. As if reading my mind he informs me, “I want to pamper you and make sure you’re presentable.”
He brushes my hair and barely touches me as he does. “Nearly done,” he tells me, and I already miss him caring for me like this.
All the while, my heart patters wildly and I close my eyes to focus on calming it. He must know what he does to me. I imagine he enjoys it.
He tells me to go relax on the bed while he readies himself and I do.
He tells me to come to him and I do.
If he told me to get on my knees right now, I would. What is wrong with me?
I open my eyes and stare into his heated gaze. I know he’s still hard and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me once again. I crave that ache between my thighs to come back with a vengeance. But I already begged for his touch once. I promise myself I’ll hold out this time. I clench my thighs as he pulls me closer to him, motions, and walks me back into the bedchambers.
His hand grips my hip, skin against skin, and his touch is fire to my blood. My breathing is ragged, my head is cloudy with lust, and my thoughts run wild with what he’ll do to me next time I’m vulnerable beneath him.
He stops me just shy of the bed, him to my back, and I stare at the clothes with disbelief. Tears prick at my eyes as I stare at the most luxurious clothes I’ve ever seen. “For you, my treasure,” he murmurs in my ear and his warm breath tickles down my shoulder. When he releases me, I walk hesitantly closer and trail my fingers along the silk negligees and chiffon dresses. My bottom lip drops and I don’t have the ability to close my mouth. They’re gorgeous. With that thought, I stare back at him as if it’s a cruel joke.
“All for you,” he tells me with a look of sincerity, and I can barely swallow. I pick up a few cotton blouses and hold them against me. I’ve never had nice clothes. I look at the jewelry in black velvet boxes sitting to the right.
With emotions overwhelming me, I question, “Why are you doing this?” I just don’t understand. For a split second a semblance of who I am returns and I’m terrified of all of this. I would rather it be over so I can pick myself up off the floor once he’s done with me.
“I don’t want these.” My voice cracks and I fucking hate that it betrays the façade I’m aiming for.
His thick brow knits and his eyes narrow slightly, as if confused or disappointed, I’m not sure which. His tone though is logical and one of reason. “You have nothing to wear. You will wear them.”
“I do not want to be bought and paid for with pretty things I do not need.”
He looks at me bewildered before closing the distance between us, taking my hand in his, and kissing the back of it. It calms both of us. He takes a deep breath and speaks evenly to me. “You need clothing. Whether you like that or not. I simply bought you what I like. If there’s nothing here that you like, we’ll take it back and get you something else.”