Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“You know the best thing about finally seeing through all the smoke and mirrors with you? The best thing about finding out that what I thought was true was a lie?” He unwinds a roll of rope and my teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop from smirking. “The fact that I get to punish you.” He wraps the rope around his wrist. “Undress.”
I hook my finger beneath my t-shirt and pull it over my head, dropping it onto the ground. The sides of his jaw flex when he clenches his teeth as I flick the button of my jeans undone and shimmy them down, kicking them aside. Stepping forward, I press my finger against his chest slightly, but he whacks my hand away and glares at me.
“Naked, Cartier. All of you.” His eyes swirl with darkness that I’ve always craved from him. That forbidden forest that I’m sure I will burn in.
Reaching around my back, I blindly flick off the clasp to my bra before sliding my G-string down my thighs until it rests around my ankles. Stepping out of it, I watch him closely as those same eyes that are the last thing some people see penetrate over my flesh with every movement. Holding my breath, I wait for his next move. Uncoiling the rope, he moves it over my head before turning me around so my back is to him. Closing my eyes to shut out the outside noise, I try to calm my erratic breathing every time his grazed knuckles touch my skin. The feeling of the rope tightening around my body has my thighs clenching together and my heart rate picking up. Rope against skin, his bare knuckles graze my inner thigh when he loops a tight knot. Dampness pools between my thighs when the rope pulls on either side of my pussy. I keep my eyes closed when he runs his hands up the backs of my thighs, goose bumps breaking out over my flesh and never leaving. He moves his touch over my ass cheek before gripping the back of the Hishi Karada harness, yanking me back so hard I almost lose my footing. With my hands tied to the back, he shoves my head down so I’m bending over and smacks me hard across my ass cheek, slightly lower over my pussy.
“I need to hurt you.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head before I look over my shoulder. “Then hurt me.” Those are bittersweet words when you’re saying them to someone like Keaton. A man who is very capable of hurting you, not just superficially either—but truly hurting you.
His finger slides between my folds, and I fight a moan when he twirls it deep inside. “Might lose control.”
“I trust you.” I sigh, riding against his finger. He retracts and moves backward, and I instantly feel his presence leave and return when I feel cool metal glide over my ass. Looks like I’m the type of girl who tells a killer she trusts him when he’s clearly in the middle of wanting a fucking murder binge.
The palm of his hand glides over my back and my skin prickles with anticipation. The sting comes first, but the pleasure chases it like a cat does a mouse. Fire erupts over my ass cheek from the metal, but he cups my pussy with his hand and massages my clit.
“Fuck. You look real good, baby.” His affirmations wrap around my mind like candy. Pushing against his crotch, I bite down on my lip when his hard cock glides down the crack of my ass. “Real fucking good.” He guides the tip of his dick over my entrance and pushes in. I don’t bother fighting my moan when his girth contracts around my tightness. The friction of his dick pulling back when he slowly extracts has my nails digging into the palm of my hand, desperate for release. Cum slips down my inner thigh when he slams into me again, harder this time. He grabs me by the rope behind my back and uses it to direct my body against his, bucking his hips into my ass with every thrust. Everything is almost too much. The feeling of him inside of me is like snorting cocaine. It bumps me higher and higher until I can’t go any farther. The rope between my thighs grazes my clit as he pounds relentlessly into me with hard thrusts. Our bodies slapping together violently fill the air, and I can’t help the loud screams that tear from my throat.
“Keaton…” My whole body ignites as fire rips through my veins when my orgasm frizzles through me in waves.
Tugging on the rope, he slams into me one last time before crashing on top of me as his cock pulses inside. His heavy breathing, our sweaty bodies—the silence. We stay the same for seconds. Minutes. Before we finally get to our feet.