Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"That was ten years ago," I whisper, shocked.
"I'm aware." His dry tone makes me snort. "I learned a whole helluva lot here at the club, but I've never brought anyone here. I've never participated. I've never been interested." His gaze flits across my face. "Until tonight. Until you." He wraps his hand around my throat, brushing his lips across mine. "Don't think this means less to me than it does, Dilemma. Everything we experience here; I'm experiencing for the first time too. And I'm doing it with you. That matters."
"Okay," I whisper, my heart fluttering.
He kisses me again, slow and deep this time. I get lost in it, all my worries vanishing as his tongue works with mine in a sinuous dance that he seems to know all too well. Jeez. The man knows how to kiss. He's sinfully good at it.
By the time he lets me up for air, I'm dazed and aching again, ready for another round of what we just did.
"One step at a time, beautiful," he murmurs, cupping my cheek. "There's plenty of time for what comes next. This weekend is about discovering what you like. We've got all the time in the world to decide what comes after that, okay?"
"Okay," I whisper, putting my fate in his hands.
He smiles at me, pride shining in those baby blues. "Fuck. I want to eat you up."
Now, that's a plan I can get behind.
He must see it on my face because he chuckles, groaning. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Dilemma. Before you get yourself into trouble you aren't ready for yet."
"Who says I'm not ready?" I demand to know.
"I do." He taps me on the nose, smirking. "Now, what did you like most about what was happening in there?"
The thought of you doing any of those things to me.
"I don't know."
"The fact that everyone was watching?"
I quickly shake my head. I can't imagine myself being in her place, with a roomful of strangers watching me. It's not something I think I want to experience.
"Thank god," he mutters, seemingly relieved. "Did you like watching?"
"Maybe a little bit," I admit, blushing. "But…"
"But what?"
I reach deep for a little bit of nerve and tell him what I really liked. "I imagined it was us," I whisper. "I was the one tied up, helpless. You were doing those things to me. That's what I liked, Bronx." I bite my lip. "And I liked the way you watched me while I touched myself."
"Fucking hell," he groans, grinding his dick against me. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"No."
"Liar."
I laugh softly, unable to stop the sound. "Maybe a little bit."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"So, I caught myself a little rope bunny, huh?"
"M-maybe."
He grins, a wholly wicked, unrepentant grin that hits me deep in my womb. "Then you're going to love what I have in store for you tomorrow, Dilemma."
"Tomorrow?" I gape at him. "But I thought…"
"Tomorrow," he says firmly, cupping my cheek in his palm. "You've explored enough for one night. I'm not going to let you rush this."
"Fine." I scowl at him, somehow annoyed and warm and fuzzy at the same time. If he were anyone else, I think I'd be more annoyed than anything that he's trying to take care of me, but it's hard to be mad when he's got my heart trying to beat out of my chest.
Bronx Kaiser is dangerous in ways I never expected. If I'm not careful, before the weekend is over, he'll have my heart in the palm of his hand.
I'm a little afraid I'm already well on my way to handing it over.
He slides his hand around my neck, pulling me closer to him. His other hand slips down my back, his palm settling over my ass. "Don't think I've forgotten that you broke my rules tonight, Dilemma," he murmurs in my ear. "We'll settle that bill tomorrow."
"Uh, no, we won't."
His deep, wicked laugh grinds against my womb. "We will. But tell yourself whatever lies you need to tell yourself to get through the night without touching your cunt because if you touch what belongs to me, you'll pay twice." He nips my ear and then pulls back like he didn't just completely wreck my world. "Come on, Dilemma. Let's get you out of here."
"Bronx."
He squeezes my ass, ignoring me.
"Bronx," I hiss, refusing to budge. He can't be serious about not touching myself. Not after he's been all over me.
Except when he turns those baby blues on me, I realize that he is serious. Dead serious. If I touch myself tonight, I'm going to pay for it tomorrow.
Crap.
Chapter Four
Gemma
Ithink Elodie was waiting for me to pull up because I don't even make it through the front door of our little Craftsman before she pounces.
"You're back early." Her hazel eyes scan me from head to toe, meticulously checking me over. Elodie never misses anything. People tend to underestimate her because she's covered in tattoos and dresses like a pinup model, but she's one of the smartest people I know. "But you are not in the same condition you left in. You met someone."