Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
A sly grin pulls at my lips, excitement already pounding through my veins at finally getting the release I’ve been needing, and while I know it couldn’t possibly compare to how Killian does it, it will at least get the job done. I hope.
Rolling over, I dive into my bedside drawer and blindly feel around for one of my vibrators. As much as I’d love to take advantage of one of those silicone cocks, that calls for a lot of energy . . . and probably a bit of acrobatics, but tonight, all I want is to relax.
Digging past all the silicone, I finally find one of the smaller vibrators in the bottom. Pulling it out, I roll back and get comfortable on my bed before reaching beneath the blanket and shimmying out of my underwear.
A hunger pulses through me, but knowing just how close I am to finally relieving the ache, my body begins to calm. My feet drag up the mattress as I bring my knees a little higher before finally spreading my thighs.
My pussy pulses with anticipation, and as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, I clutch the small vibrator and feel around for the button. Placing it against my clit, my brows furrow. It doesn’t exactly feel like the vibrators I’m used to. It’s not very soft against my skin or accommodating to a woman’s shape, but there were a lot of things in that drawer I’d never seen before, and who am I to decide it’s not worthy before even giving it a try?
With images of Killian dancing through my mind, my finger presses down over the button and a loud zapping noise fills the air in the same instant as a blood-curdling scream tears from the back of my throat. Pain booms through my pussy as volts of electricity penetrate my skin.
The agony is like nothing I’ve ever known, and I tear my hand away as fast as humanly possible. “FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK,” I scream.
The door barges open and Killian comes racing in, the room quickly filling with light. “What?” he rushes out, his eyes wild as they bounce around the room, searching for a threat, but the only threat is the fucking Taser laying by my hip. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
I cry out as the sudden rush of electricity leaves me gasping for air. “I . . . FUCK,” I cry out. “I TASERED MY FUCKING PUSSY!”
His brows furrow as he stares at me, looking as though he doesn’t comprehend a single word I’ve said. “You did what to your pussy?”
“I Tasered it, Killian! My pussy. I thought it was a vibrator. I shoved my hand into the drawer and pulled it out because I was trying to avoid riding you all night, and NOW MY FUCKING PUSSY IS BURNING!”
I cry as I scoot to the edge of the bed, but each movement is excruciating. “Holy shit. Make it stop.”
Killian strides toward me, a smirk resting on his stupidly gorgeous face. “Your pride is that important to you that you’d prefer to fuck yourself with a Taser than to walk the ten feet to my door and take what you really need?”
“Really?” I demand, my eyes filling with tears of pain as I attempt to glare at him, though to be honest, I don’t think the message is getting across. “You want to give me a lecture right now?”
Killian laughs, and if I weren’t in so much agony, I might even take a moment to linger on how smooth it sounds and how it somehow manages to heal something within me. It suits him in the best way, and while I want to throttle him for laughing at me right now, I can’t deny how his laugh makes him seem so carefree. I bet he’s the kind of man who doesn’t laugh often, and the idea of getting to be someone who can give him that . . . well damn. There were a lot of things I wasn’t expecting to get out of this relationship, and that certainly wasn’t one, but now that I know what it feels like, I don’t ever want to let go.
He reaches the side of my bed and kneels down to meet my stare. “Are you okay, Angel?”
The tears flow over, and I see as a softness creeps into his dark eyes. “Is it possible to singe your clit off? Because I swear, it’s gone.”
Killian reaches for the blanket and pulls it back before taking a quick glance between my legs. “I can confirm that your clit is still intact,” he tells me, discreetly taking the taser away before those captivating eyes lock onto mine, and without even a whisper of warning, he blows out a soft breath of cool air against my clit and a needy moan pulls from deep within my chest. “Does that help?”