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)
I shouldn't love it. Ecstasy shouldn't rip through me with every ruthless thrust. And yet, I do. It does. This is what's between us, what's been roiling beneath the surface since I dropped my books at his feet. This is my darkness, my sin. It's him and the pure fucking pleasure of being owned by him, dominated by him…turned inside out and upside down by him.
I'm not my father or my brother, lulled by money and power or the thrill of being a criminal. I'm enthralled by this—by the complete loss of inhibition. It's like stepping outside myself, giving in to all those temptations I've always judged myself for. But there are no judgments here. There's only yes and more. There's something so simple, so pure in the freedom of it, and it's fucking beautiful.
His hand tightens around my throat, and I clamp down around him, my walls fluttering and clenching.
"Fuck," he groans, his cock twitching inside me. "Your sweet little cunt gets so fucking tight when I choke you." He squeezes harder, and spots dance in my vision. But my walls clamp around him again because he's right. I do love it. "Such a filthy little princesa. I knew you'd love all the dirty things I want to do to this body."
He kisses me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth. He fucks me with it in the same brutal way his cock pounds into me. I whimper against his lips, trembling as my orgasm builds, cresting higher with each snap of his hips against mine, with each tiny sliver of air he allows me to take.
There's something almost feral in his amber gaze, something beautifully unhinged and wildly, desperately, wholly mine as he stares down at me. I think he's more himself with his hand around my throat and his cock inside me than he's ever been.
Naz has found where he belongs. He's found his purpose. It's me. It's this. And fucking hell, it's beautiful, twisted devotion.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you, Brynna. Break you open and pour myself inside you. When I'm done, you'll be my perfect little Irish fuck doll, unable to breathe without me."
"Yes," I gasp, the edges of my vision going hazy as I hurtle closer to the edge. "Do it, Naz. I need it. Need you so fucking bad." I want him in my skin, painted inside my veins like a tattoo.
He snarls, and then his hand is gone from my throat. Before I can protest the loss or appreciate the rush of air, he flips me onto my stomach. His cock never even leaves my body.
He drapes himself over me, his chest against my back as he slides a hand into my hair. I cry out as he forces my head back, baring my throat to him.
"Your body is mine now," he rasps, against my ear, rolling his hips. His cock drags along my walls, hitting something deep inside me that makes me quiver and wail. "Your pleasure belongs to me."
"Yes, yes," I chant, unable to deny it.
His hand tightens in my hair as his other arm bands around my waist, hauling my hips up to meet his thrusts. He pounds into me again and again, wrecking and ruining me, leaving me shattered and scattered and so damn high on him, nothing else matters..
His teeth scrape the side of my throat before settling against my ear. "This is what we are together, mi luz, mi alma, mi amor," he breathes, panting for breath as he drives into me again and then again. "This is who we are."
He's right. We aren't predator and pawn, destined for destruction. We're something else…something far more profound. We're simply Naz and Brynna, irrevocably tied to one another despite my family or his organization. Despite our world. Despite everything.
We're as inevitable as the tide, as unavoidable as war.
I don't break. I surrender—to it, to him—and willingly hand over my soul.
He cranes my head back, forcing me to arch into him. I feel every ridge of his cock dragging along my walls, stretching me, reaching the deepest parts of me.
"Let go for me, mi amor," he rasps against the shell of my ear. "Fall apart on my cock like you were fucking born to do."
"Naz," I sob as he turns my face toward his. His mouth crashes against mine, his kiss consuming. I bow to him…fall to him. And shatter.
Ecstasy licks along my nerve endings, igniting me from the inside out. I whimper into his mouth as the waves slam into me, stealing sight and sound. Stealing here and now. Stealing everything but him and the hot pulse of his cum as he groans my name like a prayer…and falls to me, giving me everything he has.
All the way down to his beautiful, monstrous soul.
Chapter Nine
Brynna
"Idon't want to go," I admit, my bottom lip quivering as Naz and I say goodbye a few blocks away from my father's house.