Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
His hand slid under her sweater, fingertips between her ass cheeks. He gently pulled, spreading her in such a possessive manner that breath skittered past her lips. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” The tips of his fingers only needed to shift ever so slightly, and he’d breach her.
“Do what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing, Mary? Tell me.”
If he thought he could offend her modesty, he was wrong. “You’re holding my ass.”
“And?” He teased the crack, zeroing in on the tight little pucker. “Does it make your pussy wet, knowing I want to stretch every hole you have?”
All she had to do was walk away. She wanted to be the sort of woman who would slap a man for less, but she also wanted to see how far he’d push her. This wasn’t just her test. It was his.
She swallowed, not confirming or denying.
“I bet those interior muscles are starting to clench.” He leaned forward, trapping her earlobe between his teeth, sucking, licking, sending liquid heat to her core as chills raced down her spine. “Wanting to be filled…”
Her breath caught, and she shamefully moaned.
He released her ear and chuckled. “I’ve got you now, printsessa. Say mercy.”
Her words silently formed the word, but no sound came out.
“I didn’t hear you.” He dragged his touch between her legs, nudging her knees apart. She widened her stance. “Good girl.”
Sliding a finger through her folds, he chuckled when he found her slick with arousal. Mortification burned across her cheeks when he teased her open.
“Still think I’m hiding cruel intentions?” He curved his fingers, sinking his touch deeper until she leaned into him.
Her eyes closed at the unexpected gentleness. “Ash…”
“Yes?” He grazed his pillow-soft lips over hers, pumping his finger slowly through her shamefully slick heat.
“Ash, please…”
“Please, what, printsessa?”
She didn’t know what she wanted. Her breathing turned heavy as she leaned into him, partially gripping his muscled shoulders for support, partially hiding her face against his neck in shame.
When he kissed her, it was gentle. Soft and careful, nothing like the brutal claiming she’d expected from a man like him. His lips moved against hers with infinite patience, like he had all the time in the world to learn the shape of her mouth and the feel of her body.
She gasped, losing the rhythm of the kiss, and clung to his sleeve. Thick, corded muscle twisted beneath her grip as he worked his fingers in and out.
“Getting braver now…” He rubbed and teased, more deliberate than before, as if seeking that sweet release for both of them.
She should push him away. She should remind him she hadn’t agreed to anything yet. She should try to maintain some shred of dignity. Instead, she melted into him like snow under an August sky.
Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. Tension rippled through him, and she sensed him holding back in order to stay gentle with her.
“Once you give in, we’ll show you things you never imagined. Things that make a woman’s mind splinter into a thousand pieces while her body shatters like glass from the pleasure.
“You can’t break what’s already broken.”
“No?”
“No.” But what was wrong with her that she wanted him to try? She caught his wrist, edging him on, but he tore his touch away and turned her abruptly, backing her into the wall, his hand wedged between her thighs, two determined fingers pressing back inside of her. He kissed her with pure possession. Demanding that she prove she could take what he was doing and meet her halfway.
The kiss deepened, and she tasted the dark promises he kept. His tongue teased and taunted, making her stretch for more.
She gasped when his fingers struck a particularly sensitive nerve. Something between a growl and a prayer escaped his throat.
“Getting closer, printsessa.”
He focused on her pleasure, driving his fingers into her as his thumb played cruel tricks with her clit, edging her toward climax and then making her wait. He knew what he was doing, dragging this out to make her beg.
“Ash, please… Don’t tease me.”
Dear god, was she actually begging this man to finish her? How was this her life?
“Say yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Stay with us. Let us give you everything you need.”
“I don’t know what I need.” She only knew what she wanted, and in that moment, his touch ranked number one on her list.
“I do. But you have to trust me.”
His fingers delved and swirled, pushing her along that razor-sharp edge until she was mad with desire. Pushing the sweater higher, he forced her hand to hold the material at her ribs. He kicked her feet apart, widening her stance and causing her to lean into the wall.
She followed his gaze down, and gasped as he slapped her wet folds. “Soaking fucking wet and begging to come.” Another slap followed by another startled gasp.” Not hard, but fast enough to shock her. “Did you think it would be gentle? Easy? What fun is that?” He pinched her clit, and she grabbed his wrist.