Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Then I fish a key from my pocket and unlock the collar with it, pulling it away from her neck.
She gasps in shock as the collar drops to the floor, and her hand instinctively reaches for her throat to feel her bare skin.
“If you stopped hating me so much, it would be easier,” I say, and I lean in to press a kiss right below her ear while maintaining eye contact. “And if you behave … I may not have to put it back on again.”
Every kiss I plant makes her lips part a little farther as damp fog spreads on the glass. My hand slowly slides up her waist while the other snakes around her chin as I tilt her head to whisper into her ear, “We could be so fucking good, you and me together.” One hand clasps around her neck while the other grasps her breast until she whimpers. “With you as my queen, we could rule the fucking country. Maybe even the world.”
“Like you don’t hate me as much as I hate you,” she hisses. “I don’t want to rule this world. That’s what you want.”
When I squeeze her tit, a tiny moan escapes her mouth. “Tell me what you desire then. Tell me, and I might give it to you.”
Her teeth clatter as she struggles to keep the moans inside while I plant kisses below her ear, keeping eye contact at all times. “Freedom.”
The mere mention of that word turns my body frigid.
I pull away from her and clear my throat, running my fingers through my hair. “Fine. Let’s go.”
She spins on her heels. “What? Now? For real?”
I use two fingers to beckon her to follow me, and she does the second I open the front door. We walk out into the long hallway, and I go into the elevator, turning around to watch her chase after me on high heels in that picture-perfect dress that makes me want to ravage her.
When the doors close and we’re left alone with nothing but the numbers on the wall lighting on whenever we reach a floor, I can’t think of anything else but shoving her against the wall and fucking her right here, right now.
I turn my head to look at her while she’s desperately trying to look anywhere but at me. Her sweaty chest and blushed cheeks tell me enough.
She wants me as badly as I want her.
If only her conscience wasn’t in the way of the sweet relief she could feel from my touch. My kisses. My licks. My cock.
Fuck, just thinking about it makes me hard as a rock.
Her eyes slowly inch down my suit, and she holds her breath the second they reach the rim of my pants … and the obviously visible bulge.
Her tongue darts out, and she quickly looks away, but I saw. I definitely saw.
The elevator dings and settles on the ground floor, breaking the spell. The doors open, and she steps out with haste, breathing shallow breaths from the tight dress constricting her body. Or maybe it’s because it really was too hot in there with just the two of us.
A lopsided grin forms on my face as I walk her to the exit.
“So we’re really doing this?” she asks.
“Yes, we’re leaving,” I say as we go through the revolving doors.
When she steps out, she sucks in a breath of fresh air, and her skin instantly erupts into goose bumps from the cold. A full smile still spreads on her lips as she looks up at the dark night sky, marveling at the stars. “Beautiful.”
I never pegged her to be the stargazing type, but I’ll remember this.
I walk up to the limo where my driver is already holding open the door. “Let’s go.”
The smile immediately dissipates from her round, angelic face when she looks down again and sees the limo. “Oh …”
“What?” I muse, my tongue sliding along my canine teeth. “You didn’t think I’d actually let you go, did you?”
The look on her face sours, but even her disappointment can’t dampen my mood. She looks beyond gorgeous, and I can’t fucking wait to show her off to her family in this dress and with my fucking ring on her finger. Because I want them to know I fucking own her now … and it won’t be long before I’ll own them too.
“Come,” I say, holding out my hand. “You’ll see your family if you do.”
“And what if I don’t?” she says, shaking in her shoes. “What if I run? Would you stop me?”
I tilt my head, and a laugh escapes my mouth. “Do you think I’d let you?”
“I won’t want for anything else. Ever.”
My nostrils flare. “Get. In.”
She sucks in a breath and then marches to the car with her head held high, flipping her hair at me like she’s upset I told her the truth. But she already knew the answer before she even asked.