Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Evan strokes down my body, using his palms first, then his fingers, then just the edge of one nail to trace my curves. I writhe, needing more but loving the tease.
“STILL.” His voice is commanding. “You don’t get to move. Just take what I give you, you understand?” I nod, my throat closing with anticipation.
“Say yes. I want to hear that you understand.”
“Yes.” It sounds strangled, and I can tell that Evan loves the effect he’s having on me.
“If you want me to stop at any time, you say—”
“Porridge,” I interrupt.
He grins wickedly. “Look at the marks my brother left.” He strokes the red lines left by the cane and the whip. It’s nothing extreme, but still visible if you’re looking for it, and Evan is.
“I deserved it,” I say.
“I’m sure you did. Robert doesn’t punish just anyone…not like that. What else did he do to you?”
I blink, inhaling sharply. Is it okay for me to tell Evan his brother’s sexual secrets? Evan notices my hesitation.
“Did he slide something into this?” He runs his hand over my hips and under my ass where I’m still a little sore from the plug. I squirm as he pushes rhythmically in a way that makes my whole body flush. I nod, and Evan smiles wickedly. “Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sure you did. It was something small, wasn’t it? Robert wouldn’t push you too far, at least not the first time.”
Evan doesn’t wait for a response. He undresses, tugging his shirt over his head with one slick movement. His chest and arms are something to behold. He is as strong and broad as his brother, but different, too. He’s smoother there, and the roundness of his pecs is more visible. My hands wiggle in their restraints, eager to touch him, but I can’t. The sound of metal on metal when he unbuckles his belt is perfect. The swish of leather as he frees it from his jeans sends a shiver down my spine. Will he use it on me? I have nothing else here, just a load of fantasies locked deep in my mind. Fantasies that he’s unlocking one step at a time.
Will he be as alike as his brother in bed as he is in appearance? He holds his spoon differently, and he sits differently. His smile is different, as are his other facial expressions. The way he leans down when he talks to me is unique, too. So when he owns my body in new ways, I’m only a little surprised.
His hands are harsh when they grab at me, but he doesn’t punish me like Robert. Instead, he fucks with my mind. “I own you, little Goldie,” he whispers. “You’re mine now from this sweet mouth—” His thumb strokes my bottom lip and pushes inside, pressing down on my tongue. “To these—” He grazes his palm over my tight nipples, sending goosebumps blooming across my skin. “To this.” He gives my clit a featherlight caress that makes me gasp. “You’re ours, and we’re never letting you go.”
“No,” I whisper weakly as arousal trickles out of me. “No.” I can’t be owned. I’m a person. A very independent person. I like to go where I want, when I want. I enjoy my company and spending time with friends. I’m not a woman who wants to belong to anyone, but my mind enjoys the dark threat, and my body is putty in his hands.
He chuckles darkly, enjoying my resistance, even as my mind explodes at his words.
“We’re going to keep you locked in that room so we can use you again and again until you’re begging for more… for less… until you’re so mindless you can no longer speak at all.”
When he slides inside me, pinning my thighs wide and watching every inch disappear, it feels like he’s claiming me. It feels like he owns me. It feels like I belong to him.
He fucks me with merciless precision, all the laugher and lightheartedness replaced with grit, determination, and ferocity. My hands are twisted up in the silk scarf, and my shoulders ache from the tension. The power in his body makes my head swim. The tightness in his grip hurts as he holds my hips and fucks into me hard, but I don’t stop him. I can’t. The word porridge rests on the tip of my tongue, but I’d never say it. I don’t need a safe word. Not when everything Evan is doing is my fantasy come to life. He knows when I’m getting close because I beg. “Please… please… Evan… don’t stop.” He laughs at my high-pitched pleas, resting his hand against my throat and twisting my head until I have no choice but to look into his eyes.
“This orgasm belongs to me,” he hisses. “This body is mine and all the pleasure I give it is mine, too.”