Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
The tension was bristling. Excluding the night he showed me how to get off, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. But I also knew it could spell the end for us.
My husband doesn’t share. He made sure I was aware of that during our first meal we shared together before he left the dining room with a pretty blonde draped over him.
His inability to keep his dick in his pants affected Ghost more than me. He left me to eat alone that night for the first time in ages and had me so desperate not to be left alone again, I’ve been obeying his every whim.
My submissiveness weakens the tension that’s been brimming between us since our first meeting on the ship, but the bitchy attitude that comes with my cycle has returned it stronger than ever this week.
I’m one smart comment away from being punished, and for some reason, I push instead of rolling over and begging for my stomach to be scratched.
“You said I shouldn’t ask for anything.” Ghost locks eyes with me during the last half of my reply. “And that putting out demands will only double my penance.”
“Then why do you push?”
I see his anger rising when I reply, “For the same reason you do.”
“You know nothing about me, маленький ягненок,” he spits out, his voice a roar.
“I know you wouldn’t hold back if you weren’t scared.”
I said the wrong thing.
I took this way too far.
“Scared? You think I’m fucking scared!”
He may not be, but I am now.
“My father was the ruler of this realm. He was feared across the globe—”
“Yet you take orders like every other man here.”
The silver tray housing the doctor’s equipment sails across the room. It smacks into the wall with a thud before Ghost’s furious frame takes up the bulk of its space. “Would a scared man do this?”
Before I can react, he hooks my ankle and drags me down the mattress. I kick at him and scratch at his arms, but within seconds, his belt is removed and wrapped around my ankles, and I’m pinned to the mattress by my stomach.
The fear shaking through me augments to something different when he cups me from behind. He doesn’t stab his fingers into me like the doctors with no care for my soft and sensitive skin. He heightens the sensitivity by stroking my labia before he rolls his fingertips over my clit.
“Fuck, маленький ягненок.” If his words had been spoken by any other voice bar the one he uses in ecstasy, I would have assumed he was mad about the wetness between my legs. “Your clit is throbbing with want.”
He rolls the achy bud once, twice, then three times before giving it a mind-clearing smack. The briefest whack sends tingles all over my skin.
I moan into the sheets before increasing the spread of my thighs.
I should feel exposed.
I should feel violated.
All I’m feeling is euphoric.
“Please.”
Ghost’s growl is equally evil as it is enticing. Its vibration does damage to my brain and sends my head into a tailspin. “Pinch your fucking clit.”
I do as asked but clearly not tight enough.
“Firmer. Make it hurt.”
After showing me how, Ghost rocks his thick cock against the seam of my ass. He is hard and long and struggling not to take this from a PG grind up to an extramarital affair.
How do I know this?
I’m facing the same battle.
“When I tell you to let go, do so quickly and without question.”
Moaning, I nod.
The tension is burning.
It is scorching me alive.
And I’m loving every minute of it.
“Ready?”
I barely nod for a second before Ghost leans over me to clamp my mouth with his hand. Then, just as my breathy moans seep through the cracks of his fingers, he instructs me to release my hold on my clit.
A nanosecond later, a hot droplet of goop rolls over my clit. It is Ghost’s pre-cum. Except it wasn’t placed there by his finger. He transferred it by rubbing the head of his cock over my clit.
The naughtiness of the image in my head is my undoing.
I come with a frantic breathy huff, my moans only silenced by the tightness of Ghost’s hand clamped around my mouth.
“Fuck…” He hits my clit with another two swipes before he pulls up, grinds his cock against my ass, and shoots his load onto the back of my nightie.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
These curses aren’t ones of pleasure.
He’s mad.
Really mad.
“For fuck’s sake.” He pushes me down by my back, unties my ankles, then flips me over as if I am weightless.
The pure anger on his face morphs when he locks eyes with my wide and massively dilated gaze.
I’m not scared of him. I’m fearful of how unhinged he makes me.
He is my captor, yet I crave him more than anything.
“Eat then shower.” His jaw works side to side before he adds, “You smell nothing close to pure, and he will know that.”