Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
That thought churns my stomach, transforming it into that war zone all over again.
How the hell can a malicious, stoic, practically robotic man find my body so damn fascinating?
Both his index fingers rub my nipples, sending a zap through me. “I love how your little nipples perk up when I touch them. Or pinch them.”
He does that, pinching them so hard that I recoil, a strangled noise escaping me.
“I also love that you enjoy the pain I unleash on you,” he whispers against my ear, then nibbles on the shell. “You look fucking adorable when you fight it. But we’ll work on that.”
“Shut your mouth.” I try to elbow him, but he shoves me forward.
I land on the mattress with a slight bounce, and he looms over me, his weight pressing into my back.
I strain my neck to the side, catching a glimpse of him. Even though I’m tall and muscular, he’s broader and bigger, and in this position, he radiates pure dominance.
Effortlessly, he grabs my wrists, yanking them forward and securing them to the bedposts like it’s second nature. The thought of how many women he’s done this to twists something ugly in my chest, coiling tight.
But those thoughts evaporate when his lips trail down my spine, soft and deliberate. He kisses, sucks, then nibbles, each touch sending shockwaves through me.
I bury my face in the navy silk pillow that reeks of him, desperate to smother any embarrassing sounds threatening to escape.
“Stop kissing me like that,” I grit out from between clenched teeth.
“Mmm. But I love your taste, baby.” He continues kissing, licking, sucking the skin that’s not supposed to be sensitive but apparently is, because my cock is growing heavy against the sheets.
Still kissing, he unbuckles my belt and removes my jeans and boxers, throwing them somewhere I can’t see.
“Stop fucking doing that,” I snap as he sucks somewhere on my lower back. “I’m not a girl.”
“Never been with a girl this muscular before, but I’m not complaining.” He drops a kiss on my ass cheek, then bites hard, so hard, my eyes roll back and my dick drips precum on the bed. “Never bitten a girl’s ass before, and I’m fully aware you’re a man. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to mark your fuckhole, baby. I want to claim every inch of you.”
“Fuck.” I grunt when he does it again, this time slapping the other cheek.
Hard.
I jolt against the sheet and my cock is full like I’ve never experienced before.
Fuck. Jesus.
Kayden alternates between biting and slapping, slapping and biting, keeping me on edge with anticipation for what he’ll do next.
“Mmm. Red does look good on you.” He kneads the skin, and I think I’ll just come from the torture alone.
He shifts behind me, and I turn to the side to see him grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer.
My hands pull at the ropes. I’m still fucking apprehensive about this. Part of me doesn’t want it and is getting really freaked out at the idea of being fucked.
I don’t like it.
The loss of control.
The idea of being under someone else.
Of being hurt when I should be the one inflicting pain.
I’ve always been in control, so this entire thing kicks my survival instinct into overdrive.
And I twist beneath him, wanting to fight this for real. To stop it—not that he’d let me.
The other part, the part that can’t help coming back for more, likes that he won’t let me.
Jeez. I knew I was fucked up, but I didn’t think I was this fucked up.
Kayden shoves my back down when I fight and slaps my ass, then lifts it in the air. “Stay still so I can lube my pussy up.”
A groan rips out of me when his fingers lather cold gel all over my back hole, and I bury my head so he doesn’t see my face. I don’t even want to imagine the type of expression I’m making.
“My virgin cunt is dripping wet. Mmm.” He thrusts two fingers in and I tense up, but it only lasts a second as he thrusts in me in a firm, soothing rhythm. “Look at you taking my fingers so well. The view is driving me insane, baby.”
His cock, hard and absolutely heavy, glides up and down my ass cheek. When did he even remove his boxers?
My question remains hanging as he adds another finger. I strain and tense up. “That’s…”
“Shh. You’ll have to take my fingers to be able to fit my cock, baby.”
“God…fuck…”
“You’re doing well, little monster. Stop overthinking and just take what I give you.”
“Fuck…”
He leans over my back and bites my nape, then does that wicked sucking of my ear. “I know you’re used to being the one in control, and this terrifies you. I know you despise the idea of being fucked by a man. I know all of that. But, baby, you’re also making me lose control. I never thought about fucking another man, but the idea of not taking you is driving me out of my goddamn mind. So be a good boy and take me.”