Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Finally, he warned, “If you don’t want to be punished like a misbehaving little girl, then next time don’t behave like one.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I hate you.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Fortunately, love is not a prerequisite for a society marriage… or fucking.”
My cheeks flushed scarlet at the crude word. It wasn’t that I was so sheltered I’d never heard the word, I just wasn’t used to it being uttered in my presence.
Rising to his full height, he spanked me several more times.
Heat spread through my body, a mixture of arousal and anger, the two emotions mingling in a way that left me confused and helpless.
“Do you like that?” His voice was low and husky as he continued to punish my ass.
I gritted my teeth, trying to fight back the moan that threatened to escape my lips. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was turning me on, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel my pussy growing wetter with each sharp smack.
“Answer me,” he growled, punctuating his words with another hard slap to my ass.
I refused.
His chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “Still want to be stubborn? Good,” he said. “Because we’re just getting started.” And with that, he pulled me up onto my feet and pinned me against the wall, his hard cock pressing against my thigh as he wrapped his fingers around my neck.
He squeezed my throat, and my body wanted to flee, fight, rage, and run as far away from this man as possible, all at once.
I gasped for breath, my eyes widening in both fear and desire.
His grip tightened further, his eyes piercing into mine. “I’m warning you once and only once. Test me, and there will be consequences.”
He trailed his free hand down my body, and it came to rest on my hip.
I tried to shake my head, to deny that this twisted mixture of fear and arousal was anything but repulsive, but my body betrayed me. The heat between my legs grew more intense, and my back arched involuntarily.
His lips curled into a sinister smile, and he leaned in closer to me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine.” His voice was possessive and commanding. “And I’m not letting you go.”
He chuckled darkly and released my throat but did not move away from my body. Instead, he slid his hand down my curves, tracing the lines of my body with his fingers as if memorizing every inch.
My mind screamed at me to fight back, to push him away, but my body was already giving in.
I was the harlot my mother had always accused me of being.
He slipped his hand under the fabric of my bodice and cupped my breast, rubbing his fingers over my hardening nipple.
I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood, trying to suppress my reaction to his touch.
Without showing any mercy, he stroked my sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting me. He bit my earlobe, hard, sending a stab of pain through my body that made me gasp.
When I finally worked up the courage to speak, my voice was shaking and soft. “Why?” My eyes watered as my body ached for his touch.
He pulled back, examining my face. “Because I can. Because like all beautiful things, you can be bought. Possessed.”
I moaned as his hand slid down between my legs, where he cupped my dripping wet pussy through my thin panties.
“Owned,” he finished viciously as he rubbed my clit through my panties, making me shudder and gasp with pleasure.
I tried to pull away from him, but the moment I did, he pressed his hand against my breasts, pinching my nipples as I whimpered with desire.
“Never pull away from me.” He pinched my nipple harder.
This was just another punishment from a man who clearly would never hesitate to correct me.
“Spread your legs.” His order was given as he lowered my panties.
I did as he commanded, and his hand came to rest between my thighs. I gasped as two of his fingers pressed down on my clit.
My head fell back as he swirled his fingers against my sensitive flesh, his touch far more experienced than I would ever have imagined. I moaned, bucking my hips against him as he continued to play with me, his fingers moving with the expertise of a classical cellist.
“That’s it, my sweet bride,” he purred softly, pushing a single finger into me. “Come for me. Now.”
I gasped and clawed at his upper arms. Whether I was still trying to push him away or pull him closer, I no longer knew.
He bit my neck, tracing the line of my throat teasingly with his tongue as he moved his finger inside me, his thumb finding my clit and brushing across it before coming to rest against my entrance.
I groaned, pressing my hips into him, wanting, but he pulled his hand away from me, leaving me aching for more.