Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
My pleasure is in his control.
It’s infuriating.
And so fucking hot.
He moves his fingers again, resuming his previous pace. His thumb immediately finds my swollen clit and starts a relentless pace. My moan is cut off by a squeeze of my throat, and my head swims with overwhelming pleasure. My entire body is aflame, so close to the edge. I can’t take it. I match rolls of my hips with his fingers, working myself closer and closer to climax. It’s right there. My spine tingles, my toes curl, and—
—Braken pulls away for good.
My hazy eyes snap open and take a second to focus on him. He’s two steps away from me, a shit-eating grin on his chiseled face.
I’m going to scream.
I have a few choice words for this asshole, but they all die as soon as he pops his wet fingers into his mouth. He swirls his tongue to clean my juices, his eyes on me the entire time. My already-aching body pulses again, begging for him to come finish the orgasm he’s denied me for a third time.
“Only good girls get to come,” Braken says gruffly as soon as he’s done licking my juices off his fingers.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Learn to behave and control that mouth of yours or you’ll keep being disappointed,” he taunts before turning and ignoring the complete mess he made of me and my throbbing pussy.
Braken stalks off toward the main part of the club, and I’m left extremely frustrated and extremely horny, sticky and sweaty from an orgasm I didn’t even get.
As I make myself presentable again and stomp out of his office, I already have a few plans on how I can kill Braken and get away with it.
As I storm by him, wondering if I can catch the last ferry to Seattle in time, he says, “Stay at your cottage tonight. I want you near.”
I freeze and look over my shoulder. “My old place?”
He nods. “Stay on Heathens Hollow. I’ll have security placed on you, your cottage is secure, and that’s where I want you to be until we get married.”
“I have things to handle and events in Seattle,” I begin, never actually considering staying on the island but also liking the idea. I had loved living here and away from my father’s constricting grip.
I rushed back to Seattle so quickly after hearing about my brother’s death I didn’t even pack. Everything I own is still in the cottage, all the way down to my toothbrush. It would be easier than going to Seattle at least for tonight and—
“Then you’ll commute to Seattle when you need to,” he says as he goes behind the bar to pour himself a drink. “I’m not asking, Fiora. You’ll be staying on Heathens Hollow.”
Chapter 16
Fiora
What will my father say when he finds out I’m staying on Heathens Hollow? Will he even care? Does he already see me as Braken’s responsibility?
I should be happy to not have to go back into that penthouse where I’ll be scrutinized by a man who cannot truly love me. Shared bloodline or not. Love doesn’t exist in the Godwin family. Not after my mother died. Yes, I love my siblings, but we are all in survival mode and always have been. Which means we live solitary, almost selfish lives. We must worry about ourselves. We aren’t far from being wild wolves, and only the strongest will survive. And frankly, I’ve never felt all that strong. It’s shocking, actually, that my brother appeared to be the strongest out of all of us but was the first to die.
A part of me also feels I should refuse to stay at the cottage on principle alone. Simply because Braken demanded it. I shouldn’t start off this marriage following his dictates as these might set the precedent that I will always follow what he says. But…
I really do want to stay.
Movement across the street and in the forest catches my eyes. It takes me a few moments to figure out what is out there. Tonight isn’t a night of The Hunt. There are no red lights on, no girls in white nightgowns, but two men in bone masks are still lurking in the distance.
And I know exactly why.
“You’re not even trying to be subtle that you both are stalking me anymore,” I say when I storm up to the tree line outside the cottage. “I saw you both the first time you were out here. And you can remove the bone masks. I know who you are.”
I saw them outside a few days ago but assumed they were either part of The Hunt and watching out of interest of possibly hunting me in the future. Or I thought that they were under Locke Hartwell’s payroll watching me because I was friends with Storee, and he wanted to keep tabs on who I was and if I was any danger to the woman he loved. I wasn’t so blind as to not see that I was being watched.