Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“I’m not a martyr.” She clenched her teeth. “Not even close.”
“Doesn’t matter. It stops now.”
Her breath hitched. “What? I can’t—”
“You’re dying, right? So be sick. Fake the symptoms if you have to. Vomit. Pass out. Do whatever you need to do to avoid that torture room.”
“He’ll hurt them! He has this…this razor thing he puts on his finger, and he…” Her stomach rolled with nausea, thickening her words. “He cuts and mutilates their bodies.”
“We can’t save them.” His fingers tightened against her jaw. “But I can save you. You’re my only concern, and I want you out of that room. Understand?”
She swallowed, and swallowed again. “Yes.”
“I’m waiting on a medical test kit. It should be here in a couple days.” He released her and propped his elbows on either side of her shoulders. “I’ll draw your blood and test for STDs.”
“I’m clean.” She averted her eyes. “No STDs. Tiago’s doctors test me regularly.”
“Okay. Good.” He lifted up and gazed down the length of her nude body, chewing on his lip. “I don’t know if the blood test will tell us anything. But while we wait for the results, no more torturing. And I’ll be here every night…”
He dragged a knuckle over her breast and down her trembling stomach, pausing on the short hairs above her pussy. He had that look in his eyes, the prowling predator look that told her in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t finished with her.
But the conversation they’d just had left her feeling raw and loathsome. She killed a rapist today only to turn around and inflict the same evil on someone else. Yet Tate stared at her as if she were the loveliest woman he’d ever seen. It was appalling.
“I can’t do this.” She shoved at his chest with enough force to knock him off balance.
Then she fled. Off the mattress, across the floor, she didn’t make it to her feet before he seized her ankle and yanked her back to the bed.
“You’re a fighter.” He shackled her wrists in the unbending clamps of his fingers, holding her down on the mattress. “But you want me to fight back. You want me to punish you and use your body to get myself off. Because that’s what gets you off.”
“That’s not—”
“I saw you with that man at the club last night. The pleasure on your face while he caned you was undeniable.” He spread her legs wider with his knees and brought his mouth to her ear. “You’re a dirty, kinky girl. Tell me I’m wrong.”
The protest stuck in her throat. He wasn’t wrong. Punishment and capitulation balanced her horribly unstable world, and she needed that now—the liberation that came with pain and pleasure and willing surrender.
“You’re right,” she whispered.
He hauled in a rough breath and blew out slowly.
“If you move your arms,” he said, pressing her wrists to the mattress above her head, “I’ll flip you over and fuck your ass.”
CHAPTER 17
I’ll flip you over and fuck your ass.
Heat flushed through Lucia’s core, and her legs fell open, unbidden.
“Ah, fuck, baby.” Tate’s hand shot to her pussy, stroking the soaked flesh. “You like that, don’t you? You want me inside your ass.”
She’d never had a pleasant experience with anal. It had always been forced and blindingly painful. But she ached to feel him there, knew he would do it with care, and nodded her consent.
“You’re killing me.” He stole a deep, heart-pumping kiss. Then he gathered the condoms and lined up the three foil wrappers along her breastbone. “I’m going to use all of these tonight and wish I’d brought more.”
Instead of sheathing his cock, he slid his hands beneath her butt and lifted her pussy to his mouth.
The first lick followed her seam from bottom to top. She throbbed against the hot greeting of his tongue, fighting to keep her arms above her head. He buried his face, and she moaned, jerked, and choked on her own breath.
As he sucked and licked with ferocity, his scratchy jaw burned a trail of fire along her thighs. His lips covered every thrumming nerve between her legs as he gripped her ass cheeks and spread them so he could roll his tongue around her rim. She bucked against his unyielding mouth, drenching his whiskers with her arousal.
At some point, the condoms tumbled away, and her hands moved on their own, pulling at his hair and clawing his scalp.
He knocked her fingers away. “Your ass is mine.”
Tossing her to the side, he flipped her to her stomach and covered her back with his body.
She panted in response, wanting him to fuck her there but also scared shitless. “It’s going to hurt.”
“Probably.” His mouth teased her ear, his breaths hot and shallow. “If it’s not the good kind of hurt, I’ll stop. Trust me to take care of you.”