Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
That grin left my face and I widened my eyes.
Well. . .damn.
He took the hand not clamped over my mouth and ripped my robe open with a violent tug.
The fabric fell apart in an instant, baring me to the wet air. Steamy heat rushed across my skin, clinging to my breasts, wrapping them in mist and making them gleam, slick and sensitive.
My nipples hardened instantly.
The robe’s loose fabric clung to my arms and sides, useless now.
“Your second offense, putting me in the water, binding me, and taking away my breath while you jacked my cock.” He let out a heavy groan that vibrated through my body. “Third offense, instead of simply dominating me. . .you turned me completely out until my mind was no longer the same. My very chemistry is altered.”
What?
My breaths came out as broken stutters against his palm, the rhythm of someone unraveling.
“Your fourth offense was leaving me. After what you did. . .you thought you could walk away? I’ll fuck the memory of escape out of you.”
I shook my head against his palm and tried to let out the muffled protest rising from my throat. I didn’t want to give him the quick satisfaction of my surrender. . .not yet. But in his strong arms, the attempt was futile.
“And if you ever leave me like that again. . .I’ll chain you to my bed and fuck you until your pussy forgets what freedom feels like.”
I tried to speak, to explain, but that damn palm remained clamped around my mouth. All I could get out was mumbling.
“No.” He slipped his nose along my skin. “There is no explanation I want to hear from you. No defense. Just punishment.”
Again, I shook my head against his palm, trying to deny him, deny myself. Some wild spark of me still wanted to resist, to prove I wasn’t just his captive. But my body betrayed me—my pussy clenching, my thighs trembling, the sound leaking from my throat not a protest but a moan.
He moved his other hand and grabbed my breast. “You left me starving. Now I’ll feed on you until you can’t stand.”
Fear and lust tornadoed through my body, spinning violently.
My heart boomed with terror, but my pussy pulsed with need.
How could that be?
How could I be trembling on the edge of panic while every nerve begged for his touch?
Kenji had clearly become insane. Danger coiled in every muscle. Violence stitched in his veins.
I should’ve wanted to run, to claw free, to escape before he broke me.
But instead. . .I wanted to ride his cock until my thighs gave out, until the bruises on my hips marked me as his. I wanted to be pinned, stripped, and used. I wanted the punishment only he could give, the kind that hurt so good it rewrote the fear into something holy, something filthy and divine.
My body didn’t care about reason or danger.
It knew only him.
His heat.
His hunger.
His dragon-shadow.
And I ached for all of it.
He began circling his thumb along my nipple in slow teasing movement. “Every step you took away from me. . .I’ll take back with my cock, one brutal thrust at a time.”
Mmmm.
Under his thumb’s attention, my nipple stood tight and aching.
Sweet pleasureful sparks shot through the center of my body.
“I’m going to spend some time with you, Tora. Bending and breaking you. Taking what’s mine.”
The dragon-shadow moved then, a black tide washing over the wall, and my pulse spiked.
“You don’t get gentle tonight. You get my cock’s rage.” He pinched my nipple between his fingers and squeezed.
Hard.
Merciless.
Punishment in sensual touch.
Pain shot through me sharp as a blade. My back arched before I could think, a shriek tearing from my throat, muffled against his palm. It hurt. It burned, yet almost instantly the pain twisted into molten pleasure.
Oh God.
A broken moan slipped from me.
His grip on my nipple didn’t ease. If anything, he squeezed harder, forcing my nipple into a peak of raw ache that hummed all the way down to my pussy.
Oh fuck.
The sharp sting spread through my chest, ricocheting into my belly, dripping heat between my thighs.
I couldn’t separate the agony from the pleasure anymore; it all blurred into the same fire.
Moaning, I writhed against him, but the cage of his body swallowed my movement whole. The sound that left me wasn’t just a moan—it was surrender, guttural and low, a sound that told him he could hurt me, he could keep me, he could do anything. . .and I would still beg for more.
The hand over my mouth stayed where it was, controlling not just my voice but the rhythm of my breathing. The sounds of bliss I made turned into hums caught between his skin and mine.
He shifted his hips. The thick heat of his cock nudged higher, sliding across the curve of my ass and settling at the small of my back.