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)
My head went dizzy knowing what that pierced cock could do to me.
Steam slid over my thighs.
My knees wobbled.
“I should mark you first.” He let out this dark laugh that slithered over every inch of me. “Maybe then, Tora, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
His hand finally left my breast. His palm drifted down over my stomach, slowed, then slipped down to my pussy. His palm settled between my thighs like a verdict.
Oh God yes!
Heat met heat.
Two fingers pressed against my clit, not gentle, not kind. . .just hard enough to make sparks burst through my body.
My knees buckled.
He kept me standing up.
My moan vibrated against his hand still sealed over my mouth.
Muffled.
Shameful.
Desperate.
“Look at you,” His voice was a dark curl of smoke. “Already shaking. Already dripping. One touch and you’re ready to beg for my cock.”
He circled my clit with punishing patience.
Not fast enough to let me climb.
Not soft enough to soothe.
Just this maddening tempo that made my pussy spasm and contract violently around emptiness. It was a hollow ache so fierce it bordered on pain.
I whimpered against his palm.
My hips bucked, searching for more pressure from those fingers, yearning for relief.
“No,” His chest pressed harder into my back. “You don’t get to use me right now. I use you.”
His thumb rolled over my clit, slow. . .then faster, then stopping altogether.
Please. . .Kenji. . .
It was all a pattern of torture that left me gasping into his hand.
The ache spread deeper, soaking me, heat sliding down my thighs, shame mixing with the most feral kind of want I’d ever experienced in my life.
“I could make you come right now,” he whispered. “But that would be too merciful. And mercy isn’t what you deserve, naughty Tiger.”
His fingers teased the edge of my folds, and I thought I would break right there—my body begging, my soul trembling. But instead of giving me more, he let go of my pussy, moved away a little, and began yanking the robe away. “You won’t be needing this anymore.”
The fabric tore off my body in one savage motion.
I gasped into his palm as the robe slid down my arms and crumpled to the tile with a wet slap.
Steam kissed my bare skin, hotter now without that thin layer between us. Every inch of me gleamed under the mist, nipples diamond-hard, thighs slick with need and water.
Kenji didn’t give me a second to adjust. His palm never left my mouth—still commanding my breath, still silencing every word.
With his other hand, he shoved me forward, deeper into the shower.
Oh fuck.
The sudden spray of hot water crashed over us both. The force rattled my spine. I jerked against his hold. Heat sluiced down my body, mingling with sweat and my arousal.
He loudly groaned.
Low.
Guttural.
Feral.
It was the sound of a beast sinking into his element. The vibration rolled through his chest, pressed into my back, echoing in my bones.
Water poured down on us, soaking his tattoos, slicking our skin until his hold turned into a slippery cage of heat and muscle.
“Oh, Tora!” He ground his cock harder against my wet bare ass, hotter now, gliding with the spray.
My pussy ached in every possible way—sharp and dull, sweet and vicious, as if it had sprouted a will of its own.
Then my pussy fluttered.
What the fuck?!
It was a frantic, humiliating flutter, a broken-winged bird thrashing in its cage. Desperate. Starved. My pussy moved like it was calling to Kenji, begging for his cock, clawing for his attention with every shameful pulse.
My pussy fucking betrayed me.
God, it was wrong—so fucking wrong—that he could reduce me to this. My pussy had never belonged to another man, not truly, not like this. And now it beat for him, answered to him, obeyed him like his obedient servant.
No man should have that kind of power over a woman’s pussy.
No man should be able to bend a woman’s body into submission so absolute that her pussy wept, spasmed, fluttered—all without her permission.
Holy shit.
The horror of it nearly made me shriek, nearly tore a scream from my quivering throat. It wasn’t fair. I wanted to fight, to wrench away, to run away from him.
Because if he could do this to my pussy, what unspeakable ruin could he carve into my heart?
Into my mind?
Into the very bones of me?
Even more. . .what would be the point of running?
My pussy already knew there would be no escape. It had already surrendered, spasming around emptiness, aching with filthy pleading.
Even if I fled, even if I fought, he’d catch me. He’d drag me back into his arms, into his hunger. And when he did, he wouldn’t just fuck my pussy until it forgot the meaning of freedom—he’d devour every last part of me.
Heart.
Mind.
Soul.
“Fuck, Tora. . .” His voice was a growl against my ear, his palm still sealing me silent. “Soaked. Naked. Trapped. Just the way I want you. So perfect. Good little Tiger.”