Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
She froze, her shoulders hunching in a slight cower, but her voice came out strong and brave. “So I’m still your prisoner, huh?”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “You’re still my prisoner.” He pushed her over the hood of the car and began to rain smacks down on her wriggling ass, hard and fast.
“Ben!” she shrieked, the panic of public humiliation evident in the pitch of her voice.
“Don’t even think about going anywhere without me,” he growled. He continued spanking, not because he thought she deserved punishment, but just to assert his dominance. He didn’t expect to earn her submission, though. Hell, he was probably forever sealing the end of their relationship, which should be what he wanted. Except… there was no way he could let her go.
“Okay, stop!” she yelled, turning to look over her shoulder at him. Her face held a mixture of emotions—her eyes dark and glassy, her teeth bared, her brows down low in anger.
“You can’t leave,” he growled. “It’s not safe.”
She didn’t answer, so he delivered several more hard slaps.
“Ashley? Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
He turned her around and placed his shoulder into the fold of her hips to toss her over his back, inadvertently lifting her skirt up. When he reached to pull it down, he brushed across her panties and found them soaked. Even when she was pissed at him, her body said yes. His cock went rock hard. How could he doubt she was his mate? Their chemistry was off the charts.
She smacked his back with her palm. “Put me down, you big jerk. I’ve had enough of your Neanderthal ways. I’ve had enough of you.”
“I’m sure you have,” he said, carrying her into the garage and opening the door to the house. “Unfortunately, you have no choice but to put up with me for one more day.” He plopped her on the sofa. “Do I need to find the duct tape?”
She surged to her feet, a wild look of defiance on her face. “Yes!”
He hid a surprised smile. Yes? What did that mean? Wicked thoughts crept into his brain. “Okay,” he said and tugged her back up to stand. Whirling her around, he pinned her wrists behind her back. He used them to force her to the end of the sofa, where he pushed her down over the padded arm.
“You need to be restrained, Ashley?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Her breathing came in audible gasps.
He leaned his body over hers, his erection pressing into her soft ass. “Do you like being my prisoner?” he murmured in her ear.
She didn’t answer, but her hips pushed backward, the heat of her flesh searing against his straining cock. With a great effort of will, he wrenched his hips safely away from hers. He could not claim her. He shouldn’t be doing this—not after he’d just told her they couldn’t have a relationship. But the intoxicating scent of her wet pussy had sent reason flying.
Keeping her wrists pinned with one hand, he used the other to lift her skirt and tug down her panties. Her cheeks were reddened from the spanking he’d just given her, and she clenched them now, as if to ward off further spanks.
He tested to be sure he was reading her correctly. “Spread your legs, Ashley.”
Her feet slid apart.
His cock surged against his zipper, painfully hard.
He brought his hand up between her legs, slapping her pussy.
She shrieked, trying to lift her torso, but he didn’t allow it. He noted she did not close her legs.
He slapped her again, her natural lubricant coating his fingers. He spanked her little pussy over and over again until she began to whimper and plead. “Please… Ben… please.”
“Please what?”
“I—please… fuck me.”
He was unprepared for his body’s reaction to that request. His skin flushed and prickled, canines lengthened, vision changed.
Do. Not. Mark her.
He forced himself to inhale several times through his nose, the effort to stay in control overwhelming. When his vision dulled again, he nudged her feet even wider. Using the pad of his middle finger, he stroked along her dewy slit, gliding between her inner lips, gathering moisture, and dragging it up to her clit.
She gave a wavering moan.
He flicked her responsive little button and her knees buckled, her feet sliding out from under her. The sofa bore her weight and he pressed her pinned wrists down, holding her in place as he continued to torture her most sensitive organ.
Her moans grew louder, a needy, desperate pitch taking over.
He slid two fingers inside her.
She mewled, arching against the hold he had on her wrists.
He pumped his fingers in and out. It only took a few strokes before she cried out, her muscles gripping his fingers, squeezing in a rhythmic pulse.
“Ben,” she choked and the sound of his name on her lips nearly turned him savage.