Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
“Wha—” I lifted my head.
The lights remained off so it was dark, but I could see Brett wrapping something around my ankle. There was a crackling sound as my leg was suddenly yanked toward the bedpost and held tight.
“What are you doing?”
He moved to put a binding around my other ankle, the same thing. Both of my legs were now spread wide for him. I tested it out, but there was no give. I was laid out for him, and I sat up, my chest heaving and my heart still racing from the garage. I eyed him, as he stood in front of me, his own hunger coming out as he was breathing me in. All of me. All of my nudity.
He reached for his cock, fisting it, and he stroked it. A low groan leaving him.
His eyes met mine, and his flashed with intent. Dark promises. “You were turned on at the dinner. What did it exactly?”
Surprise leapt in my throat, keeping me silent. I’d never seen this side of Brett.
His eyes were so dark, so alpha.
He climbed onto the bed, still stroking himself, and he knelt over me, rising so he was arched over me. “Hmmm, Billie? Little Billie.”
A tingle raced through me.
I gasped lightly, not understanding my reaction at that name.
He noticed it, his eyes dipping down, trailing over my body. They darkened even more, sinful desire emanating from every pore in his body. His one hand reached out, cupping my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple as his other hand continued to work himself. He bent down, his mouth falling on mine. I expected a hot, demanding kiss.
He was gentle instead.
My body began to tremble once more, but from the promise of what he was going to do to me.
A part of me was suddenly awake, suddenly alive. I was feeling in a way that I’d never experienced before, as if every part of my soul was spread out, wide open, claiming any and every bit of pleasure there was to experience. I wanted it all. Whatever Brett did to me, I would thirst for it and more.
I would yearn for this touch from him.
His tongue slid inside, rubbing slowly, purposely. He was taking everything from me, making it his own, branding me. He grazed against my lips, his beard brushing against my skin, before he lifted up so he could see me better. “Was it when I stood over you and threatened that woman for you?”
My body started to vibrate, low but steady.
He saw it, his eyes lighting up. “Was it that I moved in to protect you? Help you?” Bending back down to me, he moved to my neck, tasting me, slow and agonizing. I couldn’t contain myself, my body was continuously quivering. Shaking. His words, how he was drawing everything out, how he had tied my legs apart, all of it was too much for me. I was close again, so close, just from all of this.
Brett lifted his head again, sweeping over my body. “I think I need to tie you up a lot more, Billie.” His eyes flashed back to mine, and a slow grin spread. “Little Billie.”
The tremors went up another level.
God. I was going to come again.
I’d never felt this before, not to this extent.
“Brett,” I groaned.
“What, Billie?” He stopped stroking himself and moved between my body. One of his hands ran up the inside of my leg, ending between them and he dipped a finger inside me. He was watching what he did to me, how my body was responding to him, and he cursed. “I wanted to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, but I don’t think I can hold out anymore.” A second finger thrust inside, and he ground them as deep as he could go, his palm also pressing against my clit.
“Please.” I panted, writhing on the bed, my legs unable to move anywhere. That was tipping me over, knowing I was powerless to him. I was here for his enjoyment, his viewing pleasure, whatever he wanted to do to me, but knowing he’d only make me explode, knowing we were doing this together, that I could trust him explicitly.
“Please what, baby?” But he pulled his fingers out of me and took his cock. He shifted up, closer to me, and ran the length of him between my folds. Up and down. Slowly.
I moaned again, falling back to the bed. My back arched.
“What do you want, Billie? Tell me. I want to hear the words from you.”
I opened my eyes, and it took effort. This was sweet torture, and it was pure agony. “I want you to fuck me,” I snapped, sitting up—and he slid inside.
I held still, holding my breath, because that felt so good.
He hissed. “Jesus. You feel good.”
We both held still for a moment, adjusting to the feel of him finally inside me, before he fell back down to me, catching himself so his body didn’t crush mine. He pushed me down to the bed from the motion, and his head turned, his mouth nipped my ear before he said into it, “I’m going to do delicious things to you. I’m going to tie you up. I’m going to bend you over. I’m going to make you scream until you beg for my cock inside you, and then we’re going to do it all over again.” He began moving inside me, and I bit down on my lip, trying to control myself, but my body was trembling from another climax coming so soon, too soon. He kept moving, a smooth glide of his body and dick, and he continued speaking into my ear, “That woman tonight was no one. No one, Little Billie. She was a gnat to you, to us. If she wasn’t getting fucked by my teammate, I would’ve cut her down the second she dared approach you. You are mine. There is no limit to what I will do to protect you. No boundary that I’ll adhere to. No law or territory or action that will keep me from violating, breaking, shattering, or destroying if it means that you are safe and you are at my side.”