Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Cai,” I groan, panting heavily. “Don’t.”
He pulls away from our kiss, dark eyes flaring with heat, and slowly nods. Our eyes lock as he boldly slides his finger along my slit. I’m supposed to push him away here and tell him no. Again. Yet I meet his gaze, gasping at his expert touch.
His finger slides lower and his mouth twists into a wolfish grin. I’m wet. He touches the evidence of my arousal, gleefully playing in it. Worse, I want it. I want more of whatever it is he’s doing. It’s a distraction from the awful things I’ve witnessed. He’s offering me my only escape since they took me that fateful night.
Mouth back on mine, devouring me with possessive, feral need, he pushes his thick finger inside of my body. The stretching burn of the intrusion makes my knees weak. I hook my leg around his ass and thread my fingers together behind his neck. With one hand on my ass, lifting me off the floor, he slowly fucks my body with his finger.
I’m at his mercy.
Impaled on his manly finger, a subject of his wicked ministrations.
“More,” I whimper against his mouth. “Please.”
He slips his finger out, massages my clit until I start to tremble, then slides two fingers back inside of me. It feels good and too much all at once. I’m suddenly imagining this man—my captor—taking my virginity on this very wall.
Would it hurt?
Would he be gentle?
His fingers fuck roughly inside me, going as deep as my body will allow. All because I begged for it. It kind of hurts, but there’s also a place inside me that he keeps touching that makes my body jolt alive as though I’ve stepped on a charged wire.
“Right there,” I find myself hissing. “Ah. Yes. There.”
He slides a third finger into my body, and it makes me whimper. It’s painful. I think I feel my body tearing or maybe it’s my imagination. Regardless, it takes the fun out of it. I tense up in his arms.
“This virgin hole needs work,” he murmurs, movements going slower. “You think you want to get fucked with a big cock like mine, but your tight little body can’t take it. Not yet. You’re inexperienced and you’ll need me to stretch you if you want to find any pleasure in the act.”
I don’t want to sleep with him.
Five seconds ago, you imagined him railing you.
Heat burns hot on my cheeks, and I nod in agreement. He slides the third finger out and continues probing the lovely spot inside of me with just two fingers that makes me dizzy. It doesn’t take much longer until he brings me over the edge, crashing into a delicious orgasm. My body shudders violently as the pleasure consumes me. Caius doesn’t stop the circling of his fingertips while devouring my mouth in earnest. It’s not until he takes me into another shuddering wave of pleasure that I can’t take it any longer. The sensations are too overwhelming.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I chant in a whisper. “Please.”
He pulls back and slides his fingers out of me. “You’re a good little girl. Now you can have what you want.”
What do I want again?
Megan.
I want to talk to Megan.
A cold shower of reality washes over me as Caius moves my panties back in place and lowers my leg. I stand, shaking and turned on, as he rights my dress. I’m still reeling from the act when my eyes lock onto Gareth’s. He storms past us, muttering something unintelligible as he passes. Caius doesn’t acknowledge him or indicate that he feels bad for doing that to me with witnesses nearby.
Was that whole show for Gareth’s benefit?
Of course it was. I’m the stupid girl who got caught up in the game of pretend.
“Come on,” Caius says, taking hold of my hand, wet fingers interlocking with mine. “I have a promise to fulfill.”
The trek back to our room is a blur as I sift through my emotions. I want to feel angry and disgusted at his touch, but it’s far from the truth. I’d liked his kissing and touches. The man plays my body like it’s something he’s practiced on all his life. Is that how sex will be with him? An act where I lose all touch with reality? Is that part of his plans to mentally dominate me?
Once inside our room, he heads to the bathroom. While he’s gone, I quickly shed the dress and heels, then pull on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank. Caius grunts from beyond the door.
Is he getting himself off?
My cheeks burn hot and I can’t ignore the throb in my core. Sleeping with him is not an option. I can’t do it no matter how much my body wants it. If I have any hope of escaping the Crowne chains I’m in, it has to be a hard limit of mine.