Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“That isn’t what I’m talking about.”
She hit my chest with the flogger and used it to tilt up my chin.
“Then what do you mean?”
“I was innocent before you stole me.”
She rocked her hips again, dragging her sweet pussy over my painfully hard cock.
“No one really expects their bride to be a virgin on their wedding night, and the pictures are gone. No one has to know,” I said, gritting my teeth.
“That isn’t what I mean, and you know it. How am I supposed to be satisfied with some middle-aged tycoon who comes home and only fucks me once a week for three minutes on Friday nights with the lights off, still smelling like his secretary’s perfume?”
She punctuated each of her words with a roll of her hips.
Fuck, it felt good. She was hot and ready for me.
“I’m sure you’ll manage,” I gritted out. Two could play at this taunting game.
She leaned over, grabbing the headboard, putting her perfect tits at my eye level as she used the headboard for leverage to grind down harder.
My mouth watered, seeing those perfect, perky breasts on the edge of tumbling out of her bra.
“Maybe, but I don’t want to manage. I don’t want to spend the long, lonely nights with a vibrator thinking back to a savage god who claimed me in front of a few hundred other people.”
Fisting my hands, I yanked on my restraints. “What do you want, Olivia?”
“I want you to tell me the truth,” she said before licking her hand and grabbing my cock, stroking it with the perfect amount of pressure.
“I’d never lie to you. Never have, never will.” I lifted my head enough to kiss the curve of her breast just above the lace of the bra.
“Then tell me you love me.” Her words were barely a gasp, but it was enough.
“I can’t.” I dropped my head back to the bed.
“You don’t love me?” she asked, her eyes wide like she had never even considered that was a possibility.
Smart girl.
“I didn’t say that. But I can’t say those words to you.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
She let go of my cock and sat back. It was the sweetest torture.
“Won’t. Nothing good would come from admitting it.”
“Say it anyway.”
The look of determination in her eyes was so fucking sexy.
She wasn’t begging. She was demanding.
“No.” She may have been a formidable woman, but I was stronger, and I wouldn’t hurt her again.
“Say it,” she demanded, using the riding crop to smack my leg.
The sharp pain helped focus me.
“No, untie me immediately.”
“Not until you say it.” Tears started to fill her eyes.
It made my heart ache.
“No. Now untie me this instant or so help me God, I’ll ...”
“What?” she yelled. “What will you do, Marksen? You will lay on that bed doing nothing?”
“Olivia ...” I warned.
“No, I want to hear this.”
She dropped the riding crop and crossed her arms as her weight shifted on my still-hard cock. “What will you do? You have already shamed me and humiliated me in front of my family. My father and brother can’t even look me in the eye. You have taken my virginity and showed me what sex and passion could be like, ensuring that you are the only man I will ever want again. Because even being as innocent as I was, I knew that sex isn’t like that with other men. So what are you going to do? Stand on the sidelines and watch me marry another man?”
“Fuck!” I lost my temper and shouted at her as I pulled at the ropes.
“What the fuck do you want from me, Olivia? Do you want to hear how I can’t stand the idea of you marrying someone else? The thought of another man touching you makes me want to rip their throat out with my bare hands. Do you want me to admit that I love you? Fine, I love you. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up, and I go to sleep every night wishing you were in my bed. It doesn’t fucking matter.”
“Of course, it matters,” she yelled back.
She pulled her lingerie aside and slid down my cock, taking every single inch of me in her delectable heat in one smooth stroke that had me gasping for breath. “Because I love you too, and I don’t want anyone else.”
I couldn’t take any more.
My resolve to stay away from her snapped along with my control … and the ropes binding my wrists.
I grabbed her and pulled her down, thrusting up into her over and over.
“I want to marry you. I want you to be mine, always, but we can’t,” I said, letting the desperation I felt in my soul power my thrusts.
“Yes, yes,” she panted as she came around me, and I followed after her quickly.
It was over too soon, but it didn’t matter.