Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
I hefted the heavy book in my palm.
Ily looked over her shoulder, her face as white as her honey skin would permit, her body hunched and scared. But she didn’t move. Didn’t crawl away.
Her genuine fear was the sweetest perfume.
But her obedience? That…frustrated me.
I hated that the blackest parts of me craved her breaking. It hungered to chase as she bolted. It salivated at the thought of overpowering her—of snatching her submission with claws and teeth rather than having it given to me just because we’d reached an understanding.
Goddammit, I’m not normal.
I had a naked woman on all fours. A woman knowing full well I meant to strike her with the book and consenting to it anyway. If it was a simple matter of getting off on domination, that would be more than enough.
So what the fuck did it say about me that I wanted her bleeding?
Chasing away those horrible thoughts, I closed the distance between us. Ily sucked in a breath as I dropped to my knees on the thick, patterned carpet behind her and planted a large hand on her lower back.
She flinched.
My cock reacted, feeding off her distress.
I wished I’d asked Q how he tamed his darkness.
How he earned a wife who didn’t hate him.
I needed to know.
Needed to learn how to cage this sickness…before it kills me.
With a roll of my shoulders, I pushed away the whispered secrets Ily and I had shared and embraced the role I had to sell. After my slip-up cradling her when she cried, I had to ensure Victor believed I’d snapped.
Squeezing the curvy flesh on her hipbone, I raised my voice just in case the cameras did have audio. “Did you think you could bribe me? That I’d be interested in whatever you could offer me in exchange for your freedom?” I laughed, ensuring I sounded borderline unhinged. “Don’t you get it? I can take anything I want from you. I can take everything. And I don’t have to give you a damn thing in return.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t retaliate.
I wanted to praise her and rage at her.
Knowing she wouldn’t run stole all the enjoyment.
Goddammit, this was why I couldn’t enjoy sex. Why every single one of my encounters had been fraught with pretending I was into it, all while slipping into daydreams of what I truly needed to get off.
My mind shot back to that awful night when I’d been so fucking close to ending it. The urges in my blood had been too insistent, too savage. I’d tried to block them out. Tried to hurt myself instead of another.
I’d barely been aware I stabbed the knife into my upper thigh, corkscrewing the blade, hunting for my femoral artery, doing my best to feel anything other than the sick monstrosity inside me—
Stop.
Blinking away bad memories, I focused on Ily.
Our eyes locked.
Her sunshine-golden ones seemed far too bright and innocent for this place. A ray of light in a world of nightmares. That was her true calling. Her real identity. She wasn’t the sun shining upon my darkness but a nightmare dragging me deeper.
“Five strikes to start.” I raised my arm, fisting the book. “Five hard smacks to ensure you understand, once and for all, that there is no escape. Nod so I know you’re listening.”
She nodded.
My cock thickened.
“You’re mine now. Your every breath, every drop of blood, every bone, every thought and prayer and scream belong to me. Nod.”
She nodded.
I swallowed a groan. “Let’s see how pink we can get your ass in five swats, shall we? Ensure everyone out there knows you belong to me.”
I didn’t give her time to react.
With a grunt, I brought the leather-bound classic down and smacked her. I added as much violence as I could for the cameras, all while tempering my strength a second before the pages collided with her ass.
My mouth went dry as the resounding thwack echoed in the mote-dancing library. Instantly, her ass bloomed an incriminating red.
And just like that, I went disgustingly hard.
Real. Fake. Didn’t matter. The savagery of hitting a vulnerable woman. A woman I’d just sworn to protect through brutality unravelled me.
Ily didn’t make a sound.
Her silence made everything a thousand times worse.
Keeping one hand on her hip, I brought the book up again.
Our eyes locked.
She shut down.
And I choked on a groan as I struck her a second time. My entire body jolted. I ran my thumb over her hipbone, tracing the colours I’d delivered on her skin, stroking her with the tiniest bit of kindness.
“Scream for me,” I growled, raising the book again.
Ily was my reckoning and condemnation all in one as I wrenched my arm down, adding as much force as I could for those watching us, narrowly preventing my full strength from hurting her.
This time, she cried out.
Not quite a scream. Not quite a yelp.