Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 56624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes.”
I turn her upright again, wrists still bound, her chest heaving, breath ragged. Her eyes are glazed with need.
“Are you going to continue to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes,” she whispers again. “Yes, please.”
“Good,” I tell her, and then I give the order—low, commanding, final.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my hand.”
I hold her gaze, never looking away, and watch as she falls.
Falls right over the edge, into oblivion. Into me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Emma
The orgasm slams through me, stealing my breath. I’m helpless under his voice, his fingers, his control.
Every tight, wound thing inside me unravels and melts. Heat and need blend in one electrifying moment before he pulls me onto his lap, my bound wrists pressed against his chest. He kisses me hard and hungry, his tongue sweeping my mouth like he owns it. I taste myself on him. It feels dirty when I recognize the sharp, sweet taste, still laced with peppermint. My thighs are sticky, skin tingling, still slick with peppermint and him.
Maybe when I found my way to this cabin, I truly did leave the old Emma behind. Maybe I left behind expectations. Maybe I left behind every last damn fuck I was holding on to.
“Fuck, Emma.” He breathes against my lips. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
I press my hips against his. He’s still hard. I feel the thick length of him and whimper.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Now.”
His hand clenches the garland binding my wrists. My pulse spikes at the feral look in his eyes and the powerful grip he has on my makeshift bonds. I stare at his strong, powerful hands and remember how I used to imagine those exact hands touching me in a way only he could. Thick veins stand out as his fingers wrap around the sparkly golden garland.
“You sure you can take it, lass?” he growls, his green eyes boring into mine. “Bloody hell, Emma. Once I start, I’m not feckin’ holding back another damn second.”
I lean in closer and bite his shoulder. “I can take it. I’m not holding back either.”
That breaks something in him, the last thread of restraint. Standing, he holds me tight, his hand gripping my ass. My clit throbs, a whimper escaping my lips, as he lays me down on the thick rug just in front of the fire, staking his claim. I’m sticky and minty, bound and aroused, my hair’s a mess, and the towel’s fallen away, long forgotten. The garland scratches against my wrists as he pins them above my head, anchoring them with one of his huge hands.
“I love your hands,” I moan, sounding ridiculous even to my own ears. “You’re so strong and powerful. I crave this, Owen. I crave you.”
His wicked grin should warn me, but it doesn’t. With his free hand, he shoves my thighs apart. He doesn’t tease this time, doesn’t work up to anything. Doesn’t play. Just drives into me, brutal and deep, like he’s making up for lost years.
And I love it.
“Oooh fuck,” I cry out on a moan. I still want impossibly more. Him.
I swear I see stars with every thrust. My body bows, my back arching off the rug, but he just presses me down and drives harder, fucking me mercilessly. The sound of his skin slapping against mine fills the cabin, filthy and hot. I go to reach for him, but the garland bites into my wrists, holding me back. He presses the restrained wrists above my head again, and heat surges through me.
“That feel good, baby? He pants, his voice low and brutal. This feels so fucking good, I never want him to stop.
I nod, moaning. “Yes. Yes, Owen, please.”
He bends his mouth to my ear. “You’re mine. You know that, don’t you? This pussy? This body? All fucking mine. You were always mine, Emma.”
“Yours,” I choke out, because it’s true and always has been. My cheeks are damp with tears.
He drives in deeper, harder. Spasms of ecstasy rip through me. Each thrust sends shockwaves of sensation and bliss, coiling another orgasm deep in my belly. My legs are shaking, spread as wide as I can, as he fully takes everything.
His mouth finds my nipple again, teeth grazing, tongue circling as he pounds into me. I feel like I’m breaking apart. I want more. I want everything.
And then he reaches between us, rough calloused fingers scraping against my clit, but I push into him, needing the pressure and release. “Come again. Right fucking now, Emma. Come for me, baby.”
My eyes roll back. I fall apart on a scream, boneless beneath him. My walls clamp around his cock, and he curses, slamming into me, once, twice, three times before pulling out, gripping his massive cock, red and swollen and slick with my heat. He strokes himself hard and fast, grunting.