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)
“Why?”
“So we can break the chains of lonely housewives or add spice to stale marriages in every town we go.” Brushing his nose over mine, he murmured, “Are you a lonely housewife, little witch?”
Nicholas shot into my head.
I shoved him out of it.
“Nope. Just me.”
“And have you told anyone what you truly need in bed?”
I blushed. “Never.”
“Would you tell me?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Even if I promised to make your dreams a reality?”
I squirmed on the spot, hyperaware of his thumbs stroking, always stroking, softly but also with a savage edge of possession. “I’ve never even been honest with myself, let alone a total stranger.”
He sucked in a breath, nuzzling into my neck. “A stranger is the best person to confess to.”
My head tipped to the side, giving him unfettered access. My nipples pebbled into diamonds beneath my dress. My heart did its best to crawl out of my chest and kneel at his feet, sacrificing my power, my dignity, my everything to this man for the darkest promise of one night to remember.
One night to break my chains.
One night to find the real me.
“Any other reservations?” He ran his thumbs over my cheeks, right beneath my heavily mascaraed eyes. “Speak them now because the moment I have you inside that big top, you won’t get a second chance.”
He let me go. Sudden and swift.
I swayed a little, blinking away the lust-wool he’d conjured.
“Answer when my hands aren’t on you.” He smirked. “It will make it easier. And it’ll also give my cock time to remember that it’s not supposed to get this worked up for customers.”
“Customers?”
His smirk turned into a full crocodile grin. “Come now, you didn’t think I was free, did you?”
Shit.
I blinked.
I tripped backward. Why did that sound so seedy, but at the same time, so scandalous? I’d come to a sex circus, for goodness’ sake. I’d come to be pushed and used. Of course something like that didn’t come without strings.
“So...you’re a...you’re a whore?”
He snickered under his breath, followed by a tummy-clenching groan. “Fuck, how can your eyes scream at me to bind you up and do whatever I want to you, but your voice is strangled by shyness?” He raked a hand over his face. “And no, I’m not a whore. This is mine. Spectacle of Secrets is my business. I make plenty of coin from other patrons such as yourself. I don’t do this for the money, and I don’t just fuck anyone, but you...if you want me to be your whore, I’ll be your whore. If you want me to be your sadist, I’ll be your sadist. If you want me on my knees licking your pussy, then I’ll charge you a fortune. But...if you want me behind you, fisting your hair as I ride you so damn hard, then...I’ll do that for fucking free.”
“But you just said—”
“I said I’m not free. I want something in return. And I have a feeling the enjoyment I’ll get from breaking you out of that prudish little shell you’re wrapped up in will be a good enough reward.”
“So...you—” I rubbed my temples, trying to get my brain in order instead of lust completely corrupting me. “You’re saying you’ll—”
“Fuck you for free?” He stalked into me again, planting his hands on my hips and dragging me right against his hardness. “Yes, I am saying that. But only if you do one thing for me. One teeny, tiny thing...right here, right now.”
My eyes flew around the darkened street, grateful we weren’t directly beneath a streetlight. “What?”
“Tell me why you’re so timid. Tell me how a dirty little creature like you has managed to convince herself that she’s a good girl and not a slut who wants to be used until she screams.”
Every rule of society urged me to slap him and run away.
He shouldn’t talk to me like that.
He didn’t know me.
He couldn’t possibly know how dark my desires went beneath my cardigans and lab coats, but...I couldn’t work up the effort to be offended.
I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t the most turned on I’d ever been. Couldn’t deny that I could wring out my knickers from the flood he’d teased out of me.
“I...” I searched for answers but could only shrug. “I don’t know.”
“How old are you?”
I blinked into his uncanny purple eyes. “Twenty-four.” I smiled self-consciously. “It’s actually my birthday tonight.”
His entire face switched from coy to outright salacious. “Your birthday? Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re not out celebrating with your friends?”
“Nope.”
“No cake? No presents? No boyfriend to give you a lacklustre orgasm in the dark?”
“Unfortunately not.”
Grabbing my chin, he held me tight. “Tell me. If you could have anything you wanted, no matter how sexual or perverted, what would it be?”
My throat closed up.
Every instinct to hide—like I’d always done—threatened to crumple me into a meek little ball and crawl home.
But...I didn’t want to be that girl anymore.