Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Yes, I want to scream. I want it with an intensity that's terrifying. But the word lodges in my throat, trapped by the magnitude of this decision. If I give in now, let him in like this, there won't be any going back.
Naz will own me, body and soul. And I'll have willingly signed the deed.
As if sensing how badly I want to say yes, he lifts my chin with gentle fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Let go, cariño," he croons. "Trust me with your body, even if you can't trust me with your heart. Let me give this to you. Let me worship."
The last of my resistance crumbles, swept away by the tsunami of desire his plea sends crashing over me.
"Yes," I breathe, that single word sealing my fate. "Show me what I'm missing, Naz."
A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. He leans down, his mouth a breath from mine as he presses the book back into my hands. "Flip through your naughty little book, Brynna," he murmurs. "Find a position that makes your cunt ache for my touch."
My hands tremble as I slowly turn the pages, each new explicit image sending a jolt of lust straight to my core. His fingers dance down my spine in a teasing caress that has me arching into him, silently begging for more.
He chuckles, the wicked sound pulsing against my clit. "So responsive," he breathes, slipping his hand beneath the hem of my shirt. The feel of his palm against my bare skin is electric. "I've barely touched you, and you're already quivering so sweetly for me."
I gasp as he grazes the underside of my breast, my nipples tightening into aching points. He traces the lacy edge of my bra, his touch maddeningly light.
I'm on fire, every nerve ending screaming.
"Please," I whimper, letting the book fall from my hands as I press myself up against him, desperate to feel him everywhere.
He hauls me up against his chest, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my stomach. I rock my hips against him, the move instinctive, automatic. I want him to burn like I do.
He groans, his careful control splintering. "Careful, little one," he warns, his voice rough and gritty. "Keep teasing me, and I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you right here against the bookshelves while the cashier listens to you scream."
A wild thrill rushes through me at his words, the threat in them only fueling the ache consuming me. I want him to lose control, to claim me as if he can't stop himself.
I don't want calm, careful Naz, the man trying to prove himself worthy of me. I want the wicked prince who pillages and conquers and takes no prisoners. That's who he really is. Infinitely capable of love, kind when it matters, but ruthless and completely at ease in his own skin, with his own dark desires.
I meet his gaze, a challenge in mine. "Then do it, Naz," I dare him breathlessly. "Take what you want."
A muscle ticks in his jaw, molten hunger burning in his eyes. His hand delves into my hair, gripping the fiery strands as he tilts my head back. "Last chance to run, cariño," he rumbles. "Because once I have you, I won't let you go."
I fist my hands in his shirt, anchoring myself to his hard body. "I'm not running," I whisper. "I'm exactly where I want to be."
Something fierce and wild flares in his eyes, sparking a fire inside me as his mouth crashes down on mine. He steals the breath from my lungs, snatching it as if it belongs to him, as if I do. He doesn't kiss me, he claims my mouth, branding me as his.
I fall into it willingly, pouring everything I have into branding him back. I want him wrecked, too, shattered into pieces that I get to put back together.
His hand slides down my back to grip my ass, hauling me up until my legs wrap around his waist. The ridge of his cock nestles against my pussy, and I moan into his mouth, grinding against him shamelessly.
He tears his mouth from mine with a muttered curse. "Fuck, Brynna. Do you feel what you do to me?" He punctuates the question with a slow, deliberate rock of his hips. "Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?"
Pleasure crashes through me in dizzying waves. I do feel it. God, I feel him trembling against me, so turned on his entire body shakes with need. My head falls back on a moan. "Naz, please…"
He captures my lips again, swallowing my cry of anticipation as he slips a hand between our bodies. His fingers graze my inner thigh, trailing higher, teasing my slit through the damp lace of my panties.
I jerk against him, a strangled moan tearing from my throat. I've never been this turned on, this desperate. It's like he's awakened something wild inside me, something not afraid to take what she wants, even in a fucking bookstore.