Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
The moment the door was closed, he’d turned without a word, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. He’d taken the stairs two at a time, tossed her on the bed and ripped her tee right down the front. He’d been wanting to do that for hours. Hours. He had plans. She was going to suffer. Not the way he had, but still…
He’d spent an hour kissing Sonia after carrying her up to the bedroom. Kissing every inch of her. He’d needed that. Needed to feel her skin under his mouth and hands. He’d needed to know she was alive and with him. She’d cried out when he kissed her inner thighs and left strings of bright red strawberries and teeth marks, but he’d only nuzzled her clit and left her empty and needy to turn her over, a fast, abrupt move that had left her breathless.
He’d taken the opportunity to yank her down to the edge of the bed, kick her feet apart and wedge his body between her thighs. She’d thought she was going to get him, take his cock, have him bury it deep in her slick, hot sheath. She’d been very, very wrong. He’d caught the nape of her neck and held her down.
“Keep your arms out. Don’t you dare lift them. You deserve everything you’re going to get.” It had been her only warning. The first smack had been hard. Hard enough to have her yelp. When he’d seen she was going to stay where he wanted, he’d plunged two fingers into her. Her keening cry was music to him. He’d known she loved this as much as he did – she liked rough. She liked the way the heat spread across all her nerve endings and sent fire straight to her core. He’d wanted to hear her say it. He needed it.
He smacked her over and over, rubbing in the heat between each whack and strumming her clit or curling fingers to caress that sweet little spot that drove her insane. “You really love this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “It isn’t a punishment, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
He knew that. He was careful to control how much force he used, just enough to warm her bottom and bring every nerve ending to life. Her breath came in sobbing gasps. Wet glistened on her thighs, an invitation to his parched mouth, and he took it, leaving a series of strawberries and bite marks up her quivering thighs while he indulged his need for her addictive taste.
He knew her. Every shudder of her body. The way her muscles rippled, the way her breath hitched right before she toppled. Each time she got close, he stopped, taking away his hands, his mouth.
“Joshua.” His name was a long, drawn-out wail.
She tried to lift her head and he pushed her back to the bed, holding her still. “This is your punishment for nearly killing me. For letting those bastards take you. And, baby, I can keep this shit up all night. I’m enjoying myself. Are you?”
“No. I said I was sorry.” Her voice came out a sob of need. Of pure hunger.
His woman, needy for him. He loved that. “You make music when you’re so needy, did you know that? I fuckin’ love the way you sound when you’re beggin’ me for my cock.” His tongue swiped through all that heat. She was scorching hot. “Poor deprived, very bad girl. You love my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She bared her teeth at him and wiped the dots of sweat on her forehead along the sheet, trying to get some relief. “You? Not so much right now.”
Sonia’s eyes blazed with fire. With passion. Those beautiful lips of hers nearly sent him over the edge. He was dripping with a need of his own. He stood up, put one knee on the bed, so he was right next to her head. So his cock was inches from that mouth – the one he craved. He kept one hand on the nape of her neck, pinning her down, the other sliding over his cock. A tight fist. It felt damn good. Watching her stare with wide, desperate eyes felt even better.
“I could barely think. Barely function. You did that to me. What if our child was inside of you? You put not only yourself but our baby in danger.” Anger flared through him, bright and hot all over again, anger mixed with sheer terror. The thought of losing her, a woman who could accept him just as he was, walk by his side on a dangerous path, take whatever he wanted to give in the bedroom or anywhere else he wanted, had left a dark hole in him. The monster had crawled out. She was all brightness. Despite her past, she was still bright and happy and so sweet she took his breath. He’d almost lost that.