Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he whispered into my hair, leaning over my body.
I could feel the warmth of his chest and his arms through the thin fabric of my dress, and it made me ache to press against him. Instead, he stood straight, his hand holding my back at the angle he wanted as he moved.
Just like the first time he took my pussy, the first few full thrusts hurt, but with each pass, it hurt less, until suddenly, the pain was overtaken by pleasure. But this wasn’t the same as before.
It felt different. Forbidden. It was a darker, more illicit pleasure that I didn’t even know I could want.
“God, yes, just like that,” he said behind me. “Keep taking it like such a good girl, and I’ll reward you.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, keeping my hands flat on the wooden planks on the side of the stable.
“Fuck.” He bit out the curse, grabbing my hips with both hands like he was trying to hang on.
I couldn’t be sure, but I had the distinct feeling that Lucian Manwarring was starting to lose control.
He was losing control while taking pleasure in my body. There was something very satisfying about that, knowing the great king was going to lose his composure because of little ol’ me.
I wanted more of that power, even if it was just a momentary illusion. I leaned down a little further, arching my back and pressing my hips up, giving him a deeper angle. It changed the way that not only my body gripped his but how he filled me, giving me a taste of more pleasure.
The fingers of one of his hands dug into my hip harder, but that didn’t stop me, not even when his other hand came around me and stroked my clit.
I closed my eyes again, and I let the intoxication from the several drinks I had, as well as the light-headedness and overwhelming ecstasy, take control. The little voices in my head stopped telling me this was wrong.
They stopped telling me that he shouldn’t be able to touch me like this, that I definitely shouldn’t like it, let alone crave it. Those little voices finally shut up, and I gave in to the pleasure.
It wasn’t long before my thighs shook, forcing me to put more weight on my hands to stop myself from collapsing. I held on for a few more minutes before the sweat ran down my brow and trailed down my back.
But I didn’t want to come first. I didn’t want to come before he did. I was afraid that if I allowed myself to go over the edge that what he was doing to me wouldn’t feel as good. The little voices would come back and it would ruin the experience for me.
So I did what any good baby girl would do.
“Sir, am I allowed to come?”
“Oh, fuck,” he said between clenched teeth. His cock felt like it was swelling even larger inside of me, and his words were spoken between gritted teeth.
“Please, sir?”
“Yes, come for me, baby girl.”
Something told me that he was about to follow me over the edge, so I let go. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded my body as I screamed out his name and came.
“Stella…” He came right after I did with a satisfying grunt and my name on his lips.
We both stayed there, not moving, just catching our breath for several minutes. Until he lifted my hand from the wall and saw the handprint I had left in blood.
“What did you do, baby girl?” he asked, still inside me.
“I don’t know.” My hand stung, but I hadn’t noticed. The sensation had been lost among all the others.
He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Splinter, come upstairs. We will take care of this now and get back to the crowd.”
“Yes, sir.”
He slid out of my body and tucked himself away before helping me straighten up.
Without warning, he swooped me into his arms and carried me up a set of wooden stairs at the back of the stable. I didn’t have the strength to fight him. I laid my head against his chest and took the comfort where I could.
Upstairs, there was a loft with a large, jetted tub in the middle of the room overlooking the lake. The main room had a couple of chairs and a couch, but other than that, it was pretty bare.
He led me past the tub into the actual bathroom and started the shower. This bathroom, much like the rest of the apartment, was sparse but had what he needed.
After gingerly holding my hand and removing the splinter, he washed my body, spending extra time between my legs and making sure I was completely clean.
“Put your dress back on, but do not put on your underwear,” he said from the shower. “Hurry. As soon as I’m done here, we’re going to go back so they can present the trophies.”