Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Are you mad yet?” I taunt the girl who unknowingly insulted royalty. “Crazy like me?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t think you are.”
I pull her to her feet and slide her body against the wall again. However, in this instance, there’s no respite from prying eyes. We’re on the opposite side of the penthouse, surrounded by windows of the neighboring hotel. But Luxury’s focus has shifted, not because her mindset has altered, no. That will come next. The chilly glass has cooled the raging inferno, and she’s stuck in a primitive state where one focuses on their basic needs.
“Feel better about not touching me?”
“Just a little,” she whimpers, eyes shut. “This feels so good against my skin.”
My mouth goes to the shell of her ear, and as I thrust into her, I tenderly command, “Open your eyes, Luxury. Not like before when you had the gall to ask me to draw the shades. Really look around you.”
While behind her, I grip her bound wrists in one hand until her chest is resting on the window, and she’s in a wonderfully arched position.
“What do you see?”
Lashes fluttering open, Luxury gasps, “Vic . . .”
“For over a decade, I’ve stumbled through the darkness. Then I set my eyes on you.” I slam into her, and her entire body crushes against the glass. My lips press over the tear sliding down her cheek. “I see you, Luxury. All of you.”
“Oh, Victor, please let me touch you.”
“Not yet.” I nip the bend of her shoulder. “You haven’t told me what you see while glancing out the window. Is anyone watching?”
“I can’t-can’t hardly think.”
I slide out of her, letting my wet, hard cock rest against Luxury’s lower back. She dips into a lovely arch, a subtle offering.
A furious hand swats her arse. “What do you see?”
“Windows. Other windows. Some dark. Some . . . light as if people are watching TV or doing things. Victor, you’ve made me crazy.”
“Anyone looking?”
“God, I hope not.”
“Are they?”
Her gaze pans about the area. “No.”
“What do you think I’d do to someone seeing what I see in you, Little One?” I lean a shoulder on the glass next to her. She’s no longer wrestling an impenetrable knot. No longer fighting. Raw fear lances through her gaze.
“Maybe you would . . . kill them.”
“No.” My muscle stretches her cunt with one hard drive. My hands grasp her biceps. With my chest pressed against her back again, I stay there, my cock living in her wet walls. Her breaths are ragged against the windowpane. “Maybe is not an option, Little One. If someone saw the treasure that I see in you, they would have to die. That’s how much you mean to me.”
Untying the straps around Luxury’s wrists, she stumbles on weak legs as I pull her to the bed. I bring her on top of me.
“Would you mind if I murdered for you?”
A lush laugh escapes her lips, and her nails scrape deep grooves into my back. “Maybe.”
I lie with my head propped up on a pillow as my prey slowly carves out her reign. We’re not at the point where Luxury comprehends that I’m not a madman spouting meaningless platitudes.
That the deviant has taken over.
“Maybe,” she whispers again, tossing her head back to ride out an orgasm.
“You know how I feel about maybe.”
“I’m gathering that it’s as taboo as the two-letter word that starts with N and ends with O.” She leans forward now, pussy tightening around my cock. “The word I’m not permitted to say.”
“You are a bad girl, Luxury.” Shock rears in her gaze. She thought she had control while on top, but I draw her hips back and slam into an ocean. Luxury claws for purchase. “Maybe,” her word softly poses between us, “I love being bad.”
I tug Luxury’s hair, and her back bows to accommodate my cock.
Moving her up and down at a leisurely pace, I ask, "Do you like this?"
She grunts, “I thought I was losing my mind earlier. Too slow.”
I laugh, then plow into her.
“Oh . . . Oh . . . too deep . . . too . . .” Luxury’s hands come up to ward off my merciless claiming.
Ignoring her screams, I pump her cunt raw with furious possession, leaving our bodies slick with sweat and her shattered in my arms. Luxury attempts to climb from my cock. “I’m not done with you, Little One.”
A long while later, Luxury’s eyes flutter open. She turns on her hip as I wheel a cart cluttered with silver cloches into the bedroom.
“Dinner?” She groans in appreciation.
“No.”
Her mouth drops.
Again, laughter like I’d never expected rumbles over my abs. I remove one of the domes. “That restaurant I took you to the first night—”
“Cut.”
“Yes. It closed sometime before clamps adorned your luscious tits.” I remove another cloche. “I had the chef called back in.”