Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
We both jerked.
Fuck.
Me.
Victor tossed us a smirk as Ily lay spread-eagled on my lap with my finger impaled inside her.
I couldn’t stop myself.
My free arm snaked around her.
My hand cradled her fragile throat.
My teeth found her ear.
And my tongue licked down her neck.
Her hips rocked against my finger as hers fell away, delivering herself to me.
Her wetness dribbled over my knuckles.
Her desire stained my black trousers.
The eroticism of the moment ought to have blown my fucking mind, yet…something was missing. Something violently fundamental. Something I only figured out as her pussy clenched around me, and she moaned wantonly in my ear.
I grunted as that knowledge slammed into my despicably deranged heart.
The monster inside me raged.
She hadn’t given herself to me.
She’d taken from me.
Used me.
Robbed me.
And even as I inserted a second finger and found out exactly how sodden she was, her voice glittered with an oath I wanted to shatter.
“I’m wet because I choose to be, not because you made me. I’m needy because I rule my body, not you. I want sex because I’ve decided you can’t take that away from me. I don’t care about you, Master H. I care about myself. I care about my family back home and my brother who is mourning me. I care enough to refuse you a single shred of power over me.” Her hand clamped on my wrist again, forcing me to finger her deeper. “So I suggest you remember that when you make me kneel and suck and moan. Remember that I choose this, not you. I want this, in spite of you. And I will take everything that you give me and make it mine. Not because you own me but because I will never, ever be yours.”
I snapped.
My leash tore.
My monstrosity leapt free.
Swooping to my feet, I grabbed Ily by the waist with one arm and swiped my other through the fine china, food, and wine glasses.
Victor leaned back as things went crashing and splintering to the dance floor.
Guests stopped watching the live porn as I tossed Ily on the table and spread her on her back. “This is for ever thinking you can stop me from owning you, little nightmare.”
Unbuckling my belt, I unzipped my trousers and yanked out my cock. “This is for telling me exactly what I can and cannot have.”
Nudging her knees apart, I dragged her hips to the edge of the table and smeared my erection through the wetness she vowed would never belong to me. “And this is my answer.”
I thrust.
Hard.
Fast.
Brutally deep, deep, deep.
She cried out and scratched at the tablecloth.
Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, her back arched as she didn’t fight.
Didn’t deny.
She welcomed me.
Ground on me.
Did exactly what she promised and stole all my power by wanting it.
Her body sucked me into her wicked, wanton spell, and it was me who fucking broke.
Me who roared and punched fists on either side of her rapturous, lust-filled face and jack-knifed my hips into hers.
Me who raged to snatch her from the sky, all while she flew too high out of my reach.
I lost all focus on where we were.
I forgot a storm raged and others watched.
There were no others.
No elements.
No men.
No stars or storms or suns.
Just us.
Alone.
Just me.
Alone.
Me clawing at a woman all while she didn’t even notice me. Didn’t care about me. Didn’t acknowledge me as I fucking drove into her again and again, begging her to feel me, respond to me, to open her fucking eyes and see me.
Sickness clawed up my throat as the sensation of losing something I’d never had poured through my fingers.
I took her harder.
Like a beast in heat.
A male desperate to crawl inside his mate.
And in the midst of my musk, she merely trailed her hand between her legs and touched herself. Rubbed herself in ways she hadn’t taught me and tore apart whatever propriety and shyness she’d clung to.
She masturbated…and I was just the dildo she used to come.
And she did come.
Hard.
Her belly flexed as her mouth opened wide.
Her cry as she tumbled over the edge echoed with thunder.
Her pussy fisted me.
Her body fell without mine.
Each ripple, every clench reminded me that she’d found bliss without me.
She hates me.
I stumbled back.
My cock withdrew and I wedged a hand into my belly as I folded in half and struggled to catch a breath.
I turned lightheaded, lost—
Another crackle of lightning tore my head up.
Electrical power showered Ily in icy-white sparks as she sat up on the table and dared steal Victor’s merlot. Throwing it back, she smiled and tossed the glass onto all the other shattered dinnerware on the floor.
Another boom of thunder.
Followed by the loudest clang.
The metallic twang worked its way through my bones like a pebble tossed in water.
Victor soared to his feet and glowered at a man in the corner. A man with a large padded drumstick standing beside a huge circular gong. “You idiot, it’s pouring outside. We’ll play tomorrow—”