Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
He sounds unhinged. Right on the edge of losing control. It’s incredible and terrifying, and I want to throw myself at him, but I also want to run. There’s an edge, an ugly and awful edge, one that scared me more than anything, but it’s also more alluring than I ever imagined.
This man will hurt me. He’ll do exactly what he’s saying—he’ll ruin me.
But I think I’ll love every second, and that’s what scares me the most.
“You really can’t control yourself, can you?” I whisper, breathing hard.
“I am controlling myself better right now than I ever have in my life. You don’t understand how close you are.”
“Close to what?”
“To my mouth destroying yours.”
I tilt my chin back. My heart’s racing into my skull. Every inch of my body’s telling me to take this man and let him give me every filthy pleasure I’m picturing and more.
“Then do it,” I say.
He groans, his thumb pressing against my lower lip. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“You want to fuck me. You want to come on my tits and down my throat. I think you were pretty explicit about what’s going to happen next.” Waves of excitement wash into my core. I’m sweating, trembling. I’ve never talked like this in my life.
His eyes are burning. His thumb presses past my lips and into my mouth. I whimper, surprised, but I let him glide it onto my tongue.
Then I suck.
He moans. I suck harder. Tighter, hollowing my cheeks. He holds his thumb there in my mouth before pulling it back. Agonizingly slow.
“I’ll break all your promises,” he says, his voice husky, almost a growl. “If you let me, I’ll make it so you never want to leave here again. I’ll turn you into my pet.”
“Put a leash on me. Put a collar on me. Just stop talking.”
“Collar you.” He reaches back and grabs my hair lightning quick.
I gasp, heart racing, adrenaline bursting into my veins. I didn’t even see it coming, he was so fast. His fist pulls tighter.
“Collar you,” he repeats, growling through his teeth. “You’ll get on all fours, wearing my collar, let me fuck you until your scream as I wrap my fingers around your throat?”
“I think you’re too afraid of hurting me to really let loose,” I whisper, goading him and not sure why, but suddenly too fascinated by this man to stop myself. I want to see how far we can go. I want to see the depths he’s hiding. “Can you hurt me, Carson?”
“I can bruise you. I can leave you red. I will mark you with my teeth so you never forget who owns you.”
“Then go ahead. Do it. Crush me.” I’m almost begging him now. I’m wound up so tight, it’s like I might break.
“Ash. You’re going to kill me.” His fist tightens. His face looks like it might shatter.
“Poor guy. This is your fault, you know.”
“No, darling Ash, it’s your fault and has been for a very long time.”
A very long time? What does he mean by that?
But before I can ask—
His lips suck down against my neck, and he bites me.
Chapter 15
Ash
I gasp in sudden shock. It barely hurts, and a jolt of pleasure waves through my system. I gasp, arching into him, and his other hand finds my lower back. He kisses again, sucking harder, and I groan, digging my hips into his.
Fuck, I feel his massive erection straining back against me, and my head’s a dizzy mess as he kisses, sucking, biting gently, moving closer and closer to my mouth, yes, devouring me the way I knew he would and yes, god, it feels better than I ever dreamed it could—
Until my phone starts to ring.
He pauses. Lips inches from mine.
It rings and ring. Neither of us moves.
Right about now, I hate modern technology.
“You should answer,” he says, breathing hard.
Like he’s barely restraining himself.
“No. I shouldn’t.” I hold my hips against him. The phone stops ringing. “See, there, it’s all fine. You can continue biting me now, please.”
He chuckles, leans in like he’s going to fulfill my request, but my phone starts ringing again.
I curse, livid. Who the hell is trying to interrupt this gorgeous monster’s meal?
“Answer,” he commands, pulling away.
I groan, wanting him closer again. But I fumble with my back pocket until I find my phone. “It’s Bernie,” I say, worry suddenly clearing some of the sex-cloud hanging over my skull.
“Go ahead.” He gives me enough space to breathe, but clearly plans on eavesdropping.
Prick.
“Hey, Bernie,” I say, answering the phone. “Is everything—”
“Oh my god, Ash, you have to come back to Smoke, they just came in with these freaking guns and started yelling and asking where you were and ripped through everything and broke bottles and—”
“Bernie,” I say, feeling cold all over. The fear in her tone does more to terrify me than even her awful words. Bernie never, ever gets scared. “Bern, please, slow down. What’s happening?”