Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Her eyes grow bigger as she gazes up at me. “Reward?” she whispers, and I smirk back at her.
“You think you deserve a reward?”
She nods slowly as she toys with the hem of her dress, raising it up slightly. Fuck me. She pushes up to where she’s kneeling on the bed, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Maybe I should punish you?”
My mind stutters briefly, her words catching me off guard. “You think I deserve a punishment?”
She nods. “Absolutely. You should have crossed the dance floor and claimed me tonight. If you didn’t want that other man touching me, you should have done something about it at the club.” She winks at me. Fucking winks. “So, yes, now you’re going to be punished.”
Punished by Isabel sounds better than anything I could ever concoct up. We’ve got a lot to wade through with this mission, but tonight… I’m letting go. I step closer, unbuttoning my shirt as I do. “Go easy on me, baby.”
She gets off the bed, closing the distance between us. “Maybe.”
Fuck. I’m in love. “Do what you must.”
The top of her barely reaches the bottom of my chin, but she still glares up at me with an attitude I find endearing. This complete badass is here, wanting to punish me, and I’m here for it.
“On the bed,” she demands, and I do what she says. I don’t know if I’ll be able to let her completely punish me, because …damn… she’s gorgeous, and I’m nearly at my breaking point.
I’ve been wanting her so badly since I first met her, and tonight is no different. I lay flat on my back, my head propped up slightly by the pillows.
“You have handcuffs?” She eyes me seriously, and I let out a quick chuckle.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Handcuffs? Where are they?”
My eyes widen slightly as I think about the handcuffs I’ve got nestled in my tactical gear bag in the corner of the room. I nod my head toward it. “Front pocket.”
She moves toward my bag, leaning over and unzipping the front pocket. She pulls them out and waves them in the air. “Hope you’re ready for this.”
Shit’s about to get real.
Chapter 20
Isabel
I have no idea what I’m doing. When Lincoln growled at me and told me he’d punished me, something snapped inside me. Something made me want to encompass women's power and all that shit. I wanted to let him know that sometimes a woman likes to be in charge in the bedroom too.
Even though when he told me I was his, my core flooded with heat. There’s something undeniably sexy about Lincoln. Sure, he’s got a body built by the gods, but it’s more than that. He has this simple charm. It’s not overly flashy, or cocky. It’s like he’s comfortable in his own skin. Like he doesn’t need validation like the rest of us mere mortals. He’s completely aware of what and who he is.
It’s a complete turn on. And if I’m being honest, it makes me want to climb on top of him and take his dick deep inside me, and ride it until the sun rises. However, the thought of punishing him is intriguing as well.
Even though like I said, I have zero fucking clue as to what I’m doing. However, the nerves fluttering around my stomach keep me going. I saunter closer to the edge of the bed, Lincoln’s eyes tracking every single step.
“Sit up,” I tell him. I’m not sure where or how I’m going to cuff him up, but I want him to where he won’t be able to touch me.
“Careful there,” he says, nodding toward the cuffs in my hands. “Do you know how to handle those properly?”
I laugh. “Of course I do.” I really don’t, but I won’t let him know that. I’m an office gal. I don’t go on missions with the men of Maddox Security. I gather intel to hand them when they’re out in the field, but how hard can handcuffs really be? “Wrists together.”
The design of his headboard is perfect. I’m able to have him loop his arms between the bedpost and he helps me make sure the cuffs are on correctly.
“I’ve never let anyone do this to me,” he whispers. “I must really trust you.”
I give him a wink as I rise from the bed, sauntering around the room. “You shouldn’t.” I laugh a little, but he only raises one brow.
“Is that a fact?”
“It is,” I murmur softly, crossing the room to snatch the tie he tossed carelessly over the dresser. My pulse flutters with every step, and a thrill buzzes under my skin. I hold the silky length of fabric in my hands, turning back to him. “Should I blindfold you?” I ask with a teasing lilt. “Or would you rather watch?”
His gaze never wavers. “Blindfold me if you must,” he says, voice low and rough. “I’ve already memorized everything about you.”