Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Have you told the cops? You may have been the last person to talk to her,” he says.
“No, she didn’t really say anything.” The lies flow easily. “Did you talk to Brandon? What did he say?”
“Brandon said he drove by just to check on her.”
“Check on her?” I ask.
“He says he’s been driving by the Greedy Girl’s houses to check on them.”
“How does he know where they all live?” I ask aloud, thinking I should have kept that question to myself.
Devereaux only shrugs. “Swan,” he whispers against my ear. “Who are you?”
I’m going to be sick.
“You know who I am,” I say back, barely audible.
He spins me around, so I’m facing the club. “Look at all these sinners. Do you sin, Swan?”
“Yes.”
His hardness presses against me. “I know you do. You lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth.”
He smooths my hair down my back. “True, but now it has me wondering what else you’ve been omitting.”
“Nothing. I’m not omitting anything.”
“Did you lie about lying in your bed, touching yourself?”
I shake my head. “No, I have thought about you. Many times.”
“Do you think about my cock when your boyfriend is pounding into you?”
“No.”
He grips me harder. “No?” His voice sounds dejected.
“No.” Ugh, I’m about to confess one of my lies. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
He spins me around. “You don’t?” He has one hand fisted in my blonde curls and the other against the window beside my head.
I shake my head. “No. I only said it so if things got too wild at the club I could use him as an excuse.”
Devereaux’s eyes blaze with something I can’t decipher. Fury? Want? Delirium? I can’t tell.
He presses his hardness against my center, his mouth dangerously close to mine.
“I’ll need to punish you for lying to me.”
I blink. “Another spanking?” I can’t forget how the last spanking turned me on so much. The way I wanted him to keep doing it over and over.
“No, you’ll need something more.”
“More?” Heat washes over me. Right now, I’m willing to let him do anything he wants to me. Within reason. I’ve heard some things that go on at this club, and what Devereaux has in mind might be past my comfort zone. Tie me up, sure. Flog me, hell no.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” he says, his eyes staring into mine, and I believe him.
“Ok.”
“I need to punish you for making me want to kick the ass of some motherfucker I’ve never even met.”
“I’m sorry.” I bite my lower lip, gazing up at him.
“Fuck, Swan. You make me want things I shouldn’t even be thinking about wanting.”
“I want them too,” I whisper.
He growls at my admission. “Spread your legs for me.”
I do as he says, and he drops to his knees. He reaches under my dress and drags my panties down my legs.
I step out of them, and he brings the black material up to his nose.
My heart beats frantically at crossing this major line with him, but I can’t help it.
“These are mine now.” He tucks my black panties in his pocket. “Turn around. Palms against the window. I want you watching everyone down below while I punish you.”
Once I’m in position, he lifts my dress up over my ass, resting it just above my waist.
He pulls at my hips, bringing my ass higher in the air. “What do you see?”
I look down at the club below, trying to focus on any one thing. “I see a couple making out on a couch near the bar.”
“Tell me more.” He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and I nearly lose it when his finger brushes against my heated skin. “Tell me what he’s doing to her.”
“He’s got his hand between her legs. I guess he’s fingering her,” I say, hoping he does the same thing to me.
Devereaux stands, looking out at the club below. “She’s enjoying it.”
“Mm,” I moan out as his fingers brush along my opening.
He wraps an arm around my waist, keeping me in position as his hand reaches around to toy with my clit. “What else do you see?” he asks as he nestles his nose into my neck, kissing the sensitive skin. “Tell me,” he rasps.
“I see another couple dancing. They’re kissing and the man is squeezing her ass.” Damn, watching their bodies move to the music and not knowing what’s about to happen turns me on. “He’s leading her to the couch, bending her over.” Oh, my god. “He’s going to fuck her right there on the couch.”
Devereaux is too busy trailing kisses down my neck, and using his fingers to bring my body to life to look over at the couple. “What’s happening now?”
I push my ass against his thick length.
“No. You get nothing unless I give it to you, Swan. Understood?”