Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Breathing hard, he flipped the lever.
With a wooden groan, the cross righted itself, taking me with it. My head swam as I went from down to up.
Dizziness added to my desire.
Out-of-control hunger only magnified as he grabbed my hips and stroked his thumbs in those maddening little swirls.
I was too far gone to sense him beneath the game we played. Too deep into lust to care about anything but coming. “Please…” I whimpered.
Tracing his thumb over the sore sapphire-branded wounds, he sighed in absolute awe. “It looks like you got mauled by a beast with blue claws. A beast that can spell…”
I looked down.
H.
A crude, primitive H marked my skin forever.
“You…” My words slurred. “Autographed me.”
His eyes snapped closed; he swayed on the spot. When he opened them again, I no longer existed in this world. I was his. Just his. My every thought, breath, and whimper…his.
“So you never forget.” He licked his lips. “Now…tell me, little nightmare. Do you need me? Tell me you need me, and I’ll put you out of your misery.”
It took every ounce of control. Every drop of discipline. But I shook my heavy head and mumbled, “Fuck…you.”
He grinned.
A boyish, blinding grin.
Leaning close, he breathed, “Mon Dieu, je t’aime.” (My God, I love you.)
Pulling away, he laughed for our audience. “Ah, Ilyana, I think you’ll find I’m about to fuck you.” Without warning, he spun me around again. My front whacked against the cross, sending agonising shockwaves through my breasts.
“No,” I panted. “No more.”
“No more? You should know by now not to tell me what to do.” His voice was gravelly with sin as he tripped away from me. “For that, I’ll give you more. Three more before I fuck you. Hold on.”
“No—” I screamed as he flicked his wrist.
The whip sang. Connected. Pain.
This one thinner, crueller—a single bite of torture.
“I need you to suffer,” he groaned. “I need you to know how it feels.”
A faint ringing noise was my only warning as he whipped me again.
Tight and tangy, tormenting and torturous.
I moaned as pain became pleasure. Life became death. And he became the only thing that could save me.
My body took control, preparing to come without any other touch.
I’d never been so sensitive that the very air fondled me.
My insides weren’t just liquid anymore they were molten and glowing and on fire.
The slither of the whip over stone became its signature song as he flicked it one last time and kissed me with leathery, lashing pain.
It bit into my left hip.
I didn’t know who I was anymore.
So desperate.
So—
“Shit, you’re bleeding.” I convulsed as Henri cursed. “Fuck.” With a savage groan, he threw the whip to the side and crashed into me. Grabbing the vial forgotten on the floor and dropping to his knees, he latched his mouth over my new cut and sucked.
His hot mouth.
His silent worship.
I cried out as the first coil of a release unravelled.
Yes.
God, yes—
“Wait,” he seethed.
I squirmed as he cleaned the red mark, then shivered as he scattered sapphires like blue snow on my side. With a gentle thumb, he smoothed away the loose grains and sucked in a tattered breath.
I wanted to see what it looked like.
The smallest sapphire scratch.
But he shot to his feet and pressed his entire body against mine.
His entire naked body.
The world narrowed to a pinprick.
The second his chest kissed my back. The moment his heat and hardness covered me, my body fell and—
“I said wait,” he panted.
With a guttural snarl, he yanked my hips back, arched my spine, and kicked my shackled legs apart. Bending his knees, he notched his crown exactly where I needed him…
“Now scream,” he growled.
And slammed home inside me.
To the hilt.
To the heart.
I did what he commanded.
I screamed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
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Henri
I LOST MYSELF.
To her. To sin.
Nothing else existed.
Just her scalding, sopping heat.
Her body milked mine as I impaled her, forcing my way in as a vicious orgasm tore through her, making her entire body seize.
God, she was beautiful.
So, so fucking beautiful.
The metallic sharpness of her blood on my tongue. The smell of her need on my skin. The slipperiness of her sweat and welts on her back and the sapphire scars—
Fuck, the scars.
I roared as she fisted me, rhythmical clenches as she came.
Her head tipped back as she surrendered entirely to me. Her body completely mine to use and abuse and worship.
Everything about her burned.
Everything inside me answered.
I fucked her.
Harder, faster, deeper than I’d ever taken anyone.
I willingly tried to hurt her.
I thrust and pumped, forcing her to feel every ridge and rock.
My head clouded with memories of the whip. My past tangled with my present. I felt sick and ecstatic. Lost and found.
My spine rolled as I fed her everything. Stabbing again and again, going out of my fucking mind as she kept coming, her whimpers getting louder, her back arching for more and more and more.