Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I’d never seen him this pissed off at me – or anyone else for that matter. Travis was channeling his anger into sex, and I didn’t know if that would be a dangerous combination or not. I didn’t mind waiting to find out, though. I wanted him to take me in the most extreme ways possible. My body was his, and there was no question about it.
Before I could reply, he was laying on top of me and kissing me roughly. Pure, hot anger drove our passion. He was looking for an escape from the rage he was feeling, and he was finding that in me. I knew this was going to be a rough ride, but I was all for it.
He roughly squeezed my breasts, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, considering my moan was swallowed by his lips. He yanked his shirt off and flipped me onto my stomach. Using his shirt, he tied my wrists together behind my back, flipping me back over. By that point, I was practically dripping for him. Travis always seemed to be able to make me wetter than the fucking ocean.
He unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down my legs. He didn’t even bother taking my underwear off; he just ripped them. He pressed his lips to my ankle and moved up, biting, nipping, licking, sucking. Sometimes, he bit so hard it caused pain, but I moaned because it caused so much pleasure.
God, who knew pain could feel so fucking good?
His nails dug into my sides as he bit my nipples over and over. I cried out, arching my back, writhing in sweet agony. I hated that I couldn’t fucking touch him, but I had wanted this yesterday, so I was going to take it while he was too pissed to care about giving it to me. And not being able to touch him seemed to intensify the feelings he was eliciting in me.
“Is it too much for you?” he asked me, his breathing ragged as he leaned up on his knees to look down at me. I could tell he was beginning to calm down, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for him to be calm. I was enjoying this, probably a lot more than I should.
I wanted the storm brewing inside of him.
I shook my head. “I love it,” I whispered. “I want more.”
Jesus Christ, please give me more.
He took his belt off and flipped me over. My breaths became labored in anticipation of what was to come. I knew he was going to use the belt to spank me, and I couldn’t fucking wait for it. I barely resisted wigging my ass in his direction.
Suddenly, I felt the sting of the belt across my ass cheeks, and I moaned loudly. Holy shit, I was either really fucked up in the head, or I had a very high pain tolerance because it felt so fucking good.
“I’m going to spank you ten times, and every time I bring this belt across your ass, I’m going to give a reason that you deserved this punishment,” he growled in my ear, bending over so the front of his body was pressed to my back.
Oh, God; he was still angry and taking a risk to dominate me. I fucking loved it. I wanted more.
Fuck, Travis, give me more.
“Want me to count them?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes,” he rumbled, standing up so he was no longer touching me.
I moaned. I knew I wasn’t the type of girl to be controlled, but I loved it when he controlled me like this. It was so fucking hot, and it turned me on like no other. I knew no other man would be able to satisfy me like he could. Travis was going to be it for me, whether we worked out or not.
The belt came across my ass harder than the last time. “One,” I moaned. Fuck, it kind of stung, but I quickly found that line between pleasure and pain, grasping it. I could feel myself getting wetter.
“That was for cursing at me in front of everyone down there, especially in front of my lawyer who’s supposed to think I have everyone under my control. Curse words coming out of your mouth are very hot and a huge fucking turn on.” I would have to keep that in mind when I wanted rough sex. Cuss him out, and he would fuck me senseless.
The belt came across my ass again, and I moaned louder, my breath hitching in my throat all at once. He was hitting harder, but I forced myself to concentrate on that thin line. “Two.”
“That’s for getting in a fucking fight while you’re pregnant. I won’t have you jeopardizing our baby’s life.” He was breathing heavily, and although I knew he was still angry, I knew he was as turned on as I was.