Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
But he’s the real reason, just as he’s the reason I’m wet enough to squelch a little when I clamp my thighs together.
His eyes are almost black by the time he pulls the ruined shirt from my body and crumples it in his fist. “If you want an oversized shirt,” he growls, “you’ll wear one of mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I gulp.
A look of deep satisfaction washes over his face, softening some of the sharp edges. “Good girl.”
Hearing him say that does something to me. All I’ve ever wanted is for him to see me, notice me, want me. Knowing I please him is like the cherry on top.
The shirt falls from his fist and hits the floor. “Do you trust me?”
There’s only one answer he wants to hear, and it’s the only answer that makes any sense. I do trust him, even when he keeps me on the edge of my seat with all his mysterious mood swings.
“Yes.” I mean it with all my heart.
Without another word, he walks to the foot of the bed and reaches down for something at each corner. I swear I forget to breathe. Watching, waiting. The anticipation has the power to kill me.
At first, I’m not sure what I’m looking at. There are black ropes with wide leather cuffs attached to the ends. I can’t figure it out right away.
Not until he pulls out a third rope near the headboard. And a fourth.
Restraints.
No wonder he wanted to know if I trusted him.
My pulse takes off at triple speed. He’s going to tie me to the bed.
Oh, god, yes. He’s going to tie me to the bed.
I’m not afraid. I’m impatient. Tied to Callum’s bed. No way of stopping him from doing whatever he wants. Being at his mercy. My brain tells me no, but I want this. Want him.
“Lie down.” There is no disobeying, especially when his jaw is clenched so tight his mouth barely moves. He’s a man holding on by the skin of his teeth. Something dark and dangerous strains inside him, threatening to break loose and wreak havoc on me.
It’s easy to lie back then and give myself to him. I want it. Whatever it is.
“That’s right,” he mutters, wrapping the cuff around my left wrist, cinching the metal buckle until I wince from the pressure. “You need to learn, and this is the only way I can teach you.”
I’m as confused as ever, even though my body’s all-in. Blood racing, skin flushed, the ache between my thighs so intense I could cry. If he doesn’t touch my pussy soon, I might die.
“We need to break down those walls you’ve built around yourself,” he continues in a deceptively smooth voice, cuffing my left ankle, then my right. “You’ve spent your entire life telling yourself not to go too far. Haven’t you?”
I nod, watching him test the strength of the restraints with a sharp tug. He’s efficient like he’s done this before. I guess if he has restraints lying around like this, it means he’s experienced.
If I could pick anybody to introduce me to these dark delights, I’m glad it’s him. That thought eases the tension in my shoulders and back, making it easier to settle against the pile of pillows behind me.
The final cuff cinches tight around my right wrist, digging into my flesh. I test the strength of the leather with a tug that does nothing but make the edge dig deeper. At first, it appears to be enough for him to stand back and stare at me. Goosebumps cover my skin everywhere his gaze lands.
“Think about everything you’ve denied yourself. All the pleasure you could’ve enjoyed.” He continues his slow study of my naked body while unbuttoning his tailored shirt, then opening it to reveal his inked chest and torso. Deep hunger unfurls in my core, and my fingers twitch at the thought of tracing every line until I know each tattoo by heart.
“I’m the man who’s going to tear down those walls and show you everything you’ve missed.” He kicks off his shoes, then slowly lowers his pants to reveal the bulge behind his boxers. I was already hot and wet, but his little strip tease leaves me soaking the sheets.
When he takes his huge, thick shaft in one hand, I tense from head to toe. My mouth waters. He came minutes ago, but he’s already rock hard. He looks chiseled from marble, his body covered in corded muscle and smooth, tanned skin. More beautiful than I ever imagined. And I did a lot of imagining.
This is no dream. This is real, no matter how unbelievable it seems.
Slowly, he climbs onto the foot of the bed, between my spread legs. His half-lidded eyes zero in on my exposed pussy and stay there while he strokes himself.
“Look how wet this pretty pussy is.” His words are like magic, making me shiver even though there’s a furnace burning in my core. “I bet you’d feel like hot silk wrapped around my cock. Squeezing, begging for my seed.”