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)
Panting hard, he feathered his touch inside me, stretching me in so many indecent ways. His breath gusted hotly. “Why you, huh? Why?”
The fact that his questions matched mine.
The fact that neither of us had answers for this…for us…scrambled my mind and unchained all my inhibitions.
I forgot about where we were.
I forgot about fear and bargains.
My world narrowed to just him.
Him and his pumping fingers.
With a moan, I spread a little wider. My head fell backward onto his shoulder as his fingers drove deep, deep inside me. I didn’t think about acting or secrets. I didn’t think at all.
“You’re making me exist in a nightmare,” he groaned. “A nightmare I can’t seem to wake up from.”
“Then stay asleep,” I whispered, closing my eyes on the horrible scene before me and concentrating only on him. Just him. I shuddered as he hooked his touch, stroking me, withdrawing, then plunging hard.
It felt good. Bad. Wrong. Perfect.
He choked on a breath. “I can’t decide if I’m fucking jealous of him or turned on knowing you’re this wet from watching.”
Before I could reply, he ran his nose down my neck. “Did you talk to him?” He inhaled me. “I know you showered my cum off you. You don’t smell like me anymore, which drives me fucking insane. You disobeyed me once, so…did you disobey me twice?” His fingers speared quick and punishing. “Did you speak to him when I told you to stay mute? Did you spill all my secrets?”
I should be afraid.
I should be normal and sensible and stop this.
Yet I had absolutely no strength to reach for sanity.
I was tired.
Exhausted.
I just wanted to be free, and for a few blissful seconds while he touched me…I soared.
I gasped as my core clenched around his fingers, a ripple of intensity climbing a hill of bliss.
He groaned and bit my ear. “Fuck, could you come like this? Here? With me?”
In another world, on another day, I would turn around and slap him for even suggesting I was such a heathen. But on this day, in this nightmare, I merely gave in to the game between us and nodded.
“Christ, Ily.” His teeth sank into my neck. His fingers drove deeper, claiming everything.
I cried out.
I squirmed.
“You’re making this impossible for me, little nightmare. Impossible to stay good.”
Those words sank into my blood and corrupted me.
Changed me.
No one overheard us.
No one watched us.
I didn’t know how this had happened.
How we became so lost.
Lost in each other.
My hips rocked on their own accord.
His rocked against my spine.
My insides melted.
His breath quickened.
I lost utter control.
Shielded by the dark, dazed with lack of sleep, and lightheaded from hunger—everything was too much. Everything was a dream, a nightmare, an illusion. Fear turned to recklessness; terror turned to madness.
And Henri was the monster in the dark making my descent into hell feel oh-so good.
“More,” I sighed. “I want…I need—”
“Don’t,” he choked. “Don’t do this to me.”
My core quivered around his thick fingers.
He hissed hot and sharp. “Merde, à chaque fois que tu contactes, ça me donne envie d'être en toi.” (Shit, every time you clench, it makes me wish I was inside you.)
Memories of him inside me earlier today smothered my mind. The pleasure I’d felt as my body liquefied and accepted him. I’d been unsatisfied and unfinished. I’d been taken ruthlessly without any finesse, but the ache he’d left me with had lasted all afternoon.
That ache became pure suffering now; I moaned for him to put me out of my misery.
He was the only one who could give me this. The man who’d smuggled me into a sex ring and made me actually want it.
“Do it,” I breathed. “Please…”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His whisper was torn and broken. “You don’t know what this is doing to me.” His voice added richer fire to my blood. His hand on my breast, his fingers inside me.
I sat like a marionette on his lap, prone for his pleasure.
I’d never thought I was a sexual person. I’d tolerated sex with Samuel, but he was my first and only. I’d never come with him. Never knew it could be this, this…intense.
The longer Henri’s touch pulsed inside me, the more I only cared about one thing.
Peter was right.
Beneath all my prim layers and proper upbringing, something rebellious lurked. A sinful little creature completely obsessed with the magic spooling tighter and hotter in my lower belly, twisting and braiding, burning brighter with every thrust of his fingers.
“Please…” I stretched against Henri’s chest, doing the unthinkable.
I surrendered because I had no choice.
I begged because I needed.
I gave everything to him, hoping he’d give me himself in return. “Please.”
Henri cursed blackly as he plunged a third finger inside me. “You’re fucking killing me.” Biting my throat, he sank his canines into my flesh as his fingers speared possessively deep. “You want this? You want me?” His hold on me turned primitive. “Be careful what you wish for.”