Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
His boxers were the last to go.
Then, finally, he was standing in front of me, just as naked as I was, looking like a fucking god.
“Hair down,” he ordered.
I obediently took my hair down, letting the dirty blonde waves fall down my back for him. I gasped when he reached out and slid his fingers into my hair to yank my head back and cover my lips with his. I gripped at his biceps, kissing him back just as hard and aggressively as he was kissing me.
“If I tie you up, are you going to freak out on me?” he asked me as he trailed his lips over my jaw.
“I’m nervous,” I told him honestly. He ran the tips of his fingers down my scarred spine. “But I trust you.”
“After today, you’ll never have another reason to be nervous around me like this,” he promised. He stepped back from me, moving towards the dresser in the room. “I might have something in here. I’m always fucking carrying rope with me for some of the jobs Alejandro has me do.”
I didn’t ask any questions. I knew it was shit I wasn’t allowed to know about. I hated secrecy, but I understood it. It was something you had to understand when you decided to spend the rest of your life with an outlaw. Some shit, you would just never know about.
He pulled out a small, brown rope and moved towards me. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him, no hesitation as I did so. I trusted this man with my life.
“Turn around,” he softly commanded, his voice gentle and soothing. I obediently turned my back to him. He grabbed my left wrist, and then my right, and pulled my arms behind my back. I kept them there as he began to bind my wrists with the ropes.
“I’m asking you to not pull,” he told me as he finished tying my wrists together. “I’m making it snug so you can’t accidentally slip out, but I don’t want you to pull on the rope and rub your wrists raw.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Get on the bed. I want your chest flat on the mattress and your ass up in the air.”
He held my hips, steadying me, as I moved onto the bed, being extra careful not to fall over and embarrass the fuck out of myself. Once I was situated, I got into the position he told me to get in. I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes, reminding myself that I was safe with Ink.
This man would never hurt me.
He ran his hand over my back, his lips following the path his hand left behind. “Relax, my girl. You’re safe with me. I’ll never do a goddamn thing to hurt you, you hear me?”
“I know,” I told him.
“You’re strong, baby—so fucking strong,” he praised.
My heart swelled in my chest, but I didn’t have long to linger on the warm feeling before he buried his face between my legs. I cried out, my body automatically trying to move away from him as his tongue flicked over my clit before he wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked, driving me fucking wild—insane.
“Oh, God—fuck, Ink!” I moaned, already losing my breath. Holy shit! I knew Ink gave damn good head from personal experience, but from behind like this? He was somehow hitting an entirely different kind of spot.
I swear, at one point, my fucking eyes rolled into the back of my head.
When I finally came a third time and black spots were dancing in my vision, Ink pulled away, but then he quickly knelt behind me and buried himself inside of me.
There wasn’t a fucking doubt in my mind that Alejandro could hear me because it was damn near impossible to be quiet. I couldn’t even focus on anything but the waves of ecstasy rolling through my body as Ink claimed me as his again, his hand tangled in my hair, his other hand holding my hands still behind my back.
We had to have fucked for hours. All I knew was that I eventually began falling asleep, my body forcing me to rest. I vaguely remembered Ink using a soft cloth to gently clean me up, but besides that, I didn’t remember anything else except for the warm, safe feeling of Ink lying beside me in bed and wrapping me up in his arms.
Home.
I was finally home.
10
Ink
I stepped out of the room with my phone to my ear. “She’s there?” Joey asked me. I grunted in response. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Jesus Christ. She had me worried sick. I ought to kick Alejandro’s fucking ass for not telling me he knew where the fuck she was,” he growled.
I laughed. “He probably wanted to make sure she and I got to talk shit out before you started blowing up our phones,” I told him, silently reminding him how he got about his sister. But his concern was understandable considering all of the shit she had gone through and was still trying to work through.