Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I tensed against it.
I didn’t want it.
I fought and squirmed and cried, and...something happened.
The fire switched from agony to something else. Something tangled and twisted and dangerously powerful. It soaked into my core. It smouldered in my clit. It set up its blazing home in my nipples and tummy and centre.
“That’s it,” Hunter whispered, pressing the sweetest kiss on my cheek. “Let go. Let it consume you.” Glancing at Nick, he ordered, “Again.”
The savage kiss of the flogger didn’t just strike me this time; it shoved me headfirst into a cauldron of coals and embers and incandescent smoke.
I couldn’t fight it.
Didn’t want to fight it.
The tension in my limbs melted beneath the onslaught.
The stiffness in my bones liquified into bliss as I submitted to wave after wave of cradling fire, carrying me deeper and deeper into a place I’d never been before.
A place of intensity and numbness.
Of severity and softness.
A place full of contradictions with its euphoria and misery, pain and pleasure, need and fear.
I squirmed for an entirely different reason.
The fire switched from punishment to salvation, and...I lost myself.
“Fuck, Ella,” Nick groaned as my hips circled of their own accord. My legs gave out, and I sat on Hunter’s bare thigh.
The moment my clit touched his leg, I whimpered. I rocked on him, using him, chasing the desperation inside me.
The pain drenching my back now throbbed directly in my core, driving me into insanity, freedom, and rapture.
“Good girl,” Hunter murmured, his hands on my hips, moving with me as I undulated on him. “You’re close. So close. Do you want to come, little witch?”
I nodded and mewed.
I gripped his shoulders with hands made of glass as I closed my eyes and rode his thigh.
I didn’t think about how I looked.
I didn’t remember I was human or a woman with accolades and degrees to her name.
I was merely frenzy and ecstasy and madness.
“Come here then.” Hunter wrapped an arm around me. His skin stuck to the stinging flaying of my back.
I screamed.
Nick cursed something I didn’t hear.
Pain devoured me.
Pain annihilated me.
Pain absolved me as Hunter pulled me higher and shifted me so my knees landed on the bed on either side of his hips.
The first nudge of his hard cock against my pulsing clit had my eyes flying wide.
My gaze locked with his unnaturally purple ones, and just like I’d shared a moment with Nick, I shared a second with him.
A second full of sharpness and anticipation.
Of submission and permission.
He raised an eyebrow, a last-minute subtle question. I heard the unspoken words as clearly as if he’d said them aloud.
You sure you want to do this?
I nodded.
I raised up on my knees, shaking with pain and a twisted kind of pleasure.
Fisting himself, Hunter held his cock at the perfect angle. With one arm around me, glued to my agony and trapping me in my fire, he guided my hips down.
“Ella—” Nick choked. His footfalls thudded behind me as Hunter breached my entrance.
I cried out.
I’d never been so sensitive. So ready. So close.
I could come.
Now.
Please.
“Wait,” Hunter whispered. “Soon. Let me inside you first. I want to feel you shatter.”
“You fucking son of a bitch,” Nicholas cursed as Hunter slowly pushed me down and down. Inch by inch, my sopping wetness gave him the perfect lubrication to penetrate easily, deeply, completely.
I couldn’t breathe as he filled me.
Couldn’t think or speak or care about anything but throwing myself into the fire blazing in my blood.
I needed.
Needed.
Needed.
Hunter’s eyes tightened as he speared inside me, burying himself to the hilt. No space between us. No condom, no barrier. Just us at our basest levels.
He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t fuck me. He merely looked over my shoulder and commanded, “Again.”
Nick swore before the hottest, hardest lash licked my back.
And that was it.
As pain spread like a comet along my spine, Hunter clamped his hands on my hips and thrust up. He fucked me shallow and sharp, my weight keeping me firmly locked around him all while he drove himself into me, again and again and again.
Strike.
I screamed as another lash landed right over my shoulder blades. I scratched at Hunter’s neck. I forgot who I was as I surrendered to every feeling and sensation.
“Fucking hell, I’ll never forgive you for this,” Nick snarled as he struck me again and again.
Strike.
Strike.
Strike.
I no longer felt the individual lashing, only the accumulation of sweet, sweet agony.
It filled me with smoke. It carried me away on the wind. It drowned me in the sea. And blinded me like the sun.
“Goddammit, why did you have to feel so good?” Hunter choked, his savage pumps getting deeper, quicker as I clawed at him. “I wanted to last longer than this.”
A flash of crimson filled my hazy vision as I drew first blood on his throat.
“Fucking hell, you truly are a witch.” He bit my collarbone hard. A punishment. A reprimand for making him bleed.