Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
He shoved me closer against him and lowered his mouth to my throat, where the roughness of his beard scratched me before he pressed a kiss to the pulse in my neck. “All I want to do is protect you, make you happy, see you smile,” he murmured against my skin. “Why do you have to be so disobedient? Igniting my temper. Making me want to spank your ass until it’s bright red and tender? Hmm?”
Don’t cave, Fawn, I chanted in my head. Do not let him get to you. Stand your ground on this.
“Why do you have to be so domineering?” I choked out. My heart was pounding in my chest.
He ran his nose along my neck until he reached my ear. “Because I take care of what’s mine.” The husky tone of his voice made me shudder.
“You don’t own me,” I argued, but even to my ears, it sounded weak. I was losing this battle. My body was once again becoming his own little personal puppet.
“Are you sure?” he taunted me as his hand released my wrist, and he shoved his hand into the front of my shorts.
I gasped loudly as he slid his middle finger between my folds until it was teasing the entrance that was already damp and achy.
“That’s a wet pussy for someone who doesn’t want me to own them,” he pointed out.
I closed my eyes tightly, fighting for some control. Anything to get my point across. “Just because I like how you fuck me doesn’t mean I belong to you.”
A deep chuckle vibrated in his chest as he started slowly pumping his finger inside of me. I grabbed his arms to keep myself steady, and my forehead fell against his chest. The whimper that came from my lips was unavoidable. He had me. The man knew how to pleasure me in ways I’d never experienced. I couldn’t push him away. I didn’t want to.
“You want it,” he jeered. “You want me to please this sweet pussy. Make it feel good.”
I couldn’t argue right now. My hips were riding his hand, seeking more.
He let go of his tight hold of my hair, then turned me around, backing me up to the pink sofa-lounger thing. I watched as he knocked his hat onto the floor, then pushed me down onto it. I expected him to unzip his jeans, but instead, he grabbed my throat and continued to fuck me with his finger. I stared up at him, helpless. He controlled me. Something I hated yet craved.
“You’re gonna come hard. Right here in this pretty room. I’m going to show you just how much I own this pussy.”
The urge to slap him and plead with him for more was neck and neck. I couldn’t decide which I wanted more. As if he could read my mind, he ran the pad of his thumb over my clit and massaged it. I became frantic. Begging through the gasps that I was restricted to with the tight hold he had on my neck.
His eyes now a dark gray stared down at me, and the ruthless flare, mixed with perverse satisfaction, sent me spiraling into the abyss of my orgasm. My body bucked underneath his hold as his hand tightened until I almost couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it. Squirt all over my hand,” he coaxed. “I want that cunt soaking wet.”
The rapture sent me flying, and for a moment, I forgot that this was a power play. That Garrett was using my body to make a point. His point.
He released my neck, and I sucked in a deep breath as the euphoria began to ease away. As I stared up into his sinfully handsome, smug face, the dazed fog in my head began to clear. I sat up, shoving him back. I couldn’t do this. Let him always be in charge. Always get his way by giving me orgasms. That was weak and just … pathetic!
“I’m leaving. We aren’t going to the derby,” I stated angrily and on the verge of tears. “I will not allow you to control my life!”
The thought of him taking some other woman—kissing her, touching her—burned in my chest so much that it was almost impossible for me to speak. But I wasn’t any woman. I was a mom. I had responsibilities to Gypsi, and I’d already failed her once because of a man. Put her in danger. No more. I would not ever do that again. She was—and always would be—my number one.
Rushing to the door to get out before he could stop me, I all but ran out of it.
“I don’t chase, Fawn. If you leave, that’s the end.” Garrett’s warning was a cold, brutal truth. There was no emotion in it. He didn’t soften it. He simply stated it.
When I reached the door to his master suite, I paused. I let his warning sink in, and it felt as if my chest was literally breaking in two. The thought of this being done, not having him smile at me or hold me, felt like the world was being snatched away. But this couldn’t be about me. Tears ran down my face as I opened the door and left.