Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Shit, I've done it again. The more I push his buttons, the more he pushes back.
"Don't you dare," I hiss, knowing full well what that glint in his eye means. No one tells Memphis what to do. It's a dare to him every damn time.
He slips his hand between my legs, homing in on my clit. "Better come fast, Toto. Because you aren't leaving this bed until you do."
"Oh, God," I moan, arching into his touch despite myself. Damn him and his irresistible ways.
His dark chuckle rolls over me, his breath hot against my neck. "No, Kylie. It's not God. I clawed my way out of hell, baby. You scream for Memphis."
And there it is, the reminder of the tortured past that still haunts him. The one I'm still trying to understand, even as I surrender my heart and soul to him.
He continues to torment me, knowing damn well that he's got me right where he wants me. I don't care about the bathroom anymore. I don't care about anything but what he's doing to me. My body trembles under his relentless assault, each stroke of his fingers driving me higher.
"Please, Memphis," I gasp, desperation edging into my voice as the need to come builds to an unbearable peak.
"Tell me who you belong to, Kylie," he orders, an edge of authority in his gravelly voice that makes me crazy.
I want to tell him that I don't belong to anyone. No one owns me. No one controls me. But he does, damn him.
"Y-you," I gasp, my mind a haze of pleasure. "I belong to you."
"Fuck yeah, you do," he growls, focusing his attention on pushing me over the edge. And no one focuses quite like Memphis. When he wants something, he's implacable.
His fingers drive into me with a relentless pace, curling and stroking that sweet spot deep inside that has stars erupting behind my eyes.
I writhe beneath him, my body bowing off the bed as the knot of pleasure winds tighter and tighter. His calloused thumb circles my clit with just the right pressure, playing my body like one of his drums.
"That's it, baby," he rasps against my ear, his eyes locked on my face. "Give it to me. Let me feel you come all over my fingers."
A strangled moan escapes my lips as the coil inside me snaps. I groan his name as I come apart in his arms, my body shuddering with the force of my release. For a moment, I'm lost in the ecstasy, everything but the pleasure disappearing.
But he isn't done with me yet.
Before I even come down, he flips me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up.
"On your knees, princess," he commands, his eyes blazing with desire as he cranes my head back with one hand in my hair.
I obey without hesitation, the raw power in his voice compelling me to submit. He positions himself behind me, the heat of his body radiating against mine. Anticipation spikes as he grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.
"Ready for more, Toto?" he teases, his breath hot against my ear as he runs his cock through my folds.
"Please… yes," I murmur, craving the feel of him inside me again. I need it. God, I think I'd fucking beg for it at this point.
He slams into me without warning, stretching and filling me. I cry out at the sheer force of his thrust. At the sheer size of him. My inner muscles twinge, but it doesn't hurt. God, no. Nothing has ever felt better than him inside me.
He fucks me without mercy or restraint, each powerful thrust branding me as his own. Again and again, he pounds into me, fucking me so deep I lose track of everything but him.
"God, Memphis," I moan, gripping the sheets beneath me as my body bows to him once again, unable to withstand his power over me.
"Come for me, Kylie," he growls, his hand tangled in my hair. "I'm not stopping until you scream my name."
I can't resist him. I don't even try.
I surrender to the sensations flooding through me. The orgasm rocks me to my core, waves of euphoria crashing through me as I scream his name, giving him exactly what he wants.
"Fuck, baby," he grunts, his own release pulsing hot within me.
I moan, loving the way it feels. Loving every damn second of this. And as we come down, tangled together, I realize there's no turning back now—I'm bound to this man, for better or worse.
A few minutes later, I find myself cradled in his strong arms as he carries me to the bathroom like I weigh nothing. My legs still tremble from my orgasm and my heart races at the way he cares for me as if I'm something priceless.
When he's inside me, he fucks me like a beast. But every other minute of the day, he's so gentle with me, so careful.