Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“Yes, Declan,” she answers and with that I place her hand on my lap and bring my thumb to her lip.
Yesterday I would have thought it an impossibility to want her like I do now. To crave her begging for forgiveness and promising me her complete submission.
“Who owns you, Braelynn?”
“You do,” she answers immediately.
“Do you still want me?” I question and she tells me, “Yes, but I’m scared …”
“Of my brothers?”
“Yes,” she whispers but there’s a moment of hesitation.
“Of me?” I surmise.
She nods first before replying, “Yes.”
“But you still want me?”
“Yes … I do. Even if I’m terrified of you, I still do,” she confesses and emotion drenches every word.
There’s a twisted sickness that stirs in my chest, an agonizing truth I’ve always known was there. I settle on another truth, brushing my thumb along her chin as I stare at her lips. “I can live with that.”
“Do …” she starts to question and my gaze is brought back to hers. She searches my expression for something before asking, “Do you still want me?” Her voice is small and full of insecurity.
I’m going to fuck that question out of existence.
If I didn’t want her, she’d be dead. I’m certain she knows it, so I bite the comment back.
Instead, with both hands on her hip, I roll her over and then pull her onto her knees. She yelps in surprise, then gasps as I wrap her hair around my wrist and grip the nape of her neck, pulling her head toward me. With her back arched and my lips at her shoulder I whisper against her skin. “There is nothing and no one I want more, Braelynn,” I speak without thinking. I tell her what she wants to hear and what I wish wasn’t true.
I’m well and truly fucked when it comes to this woman.
“After I punish you, I’m going to fuck you until we’re both too exhausted to stay awake any longer.”
I keep my grip tight as I lower her cheek to the floor. “Stay,” I command her, fueled by her heavy pants. “I want your arms like this for your punishment,” I tell her and lay them beside her, palms up so she can’t brace herself any longer. My gaze lingers on a gouge on her wrist from where the restraints dug in.
Betrayal and anger, disappointment and even fear strike me. For a fraction of a second, they all war inside of me. Every emotion demands to be heard and I smother them all down, refusing to feel anything but what I have with Braelynn in this moment.
Running my hand down her back, inwardly I promise myself I will make this all right. Her shoulders carry the weight of her upper half, her ass remaining high in the air and her cunt barely showing to me.
“Arch your back,” I murmur as I stand behind her to take off my pants. My erection is hard and eager for her, but my palm itches to punish her first.
She does as commanded and I’m given a perfect view of the soft hues of her pink lips. Getting back down on my knees I grip her hips and drag her away from the wall to position her so I have full leverage behind her.
She yelps with the movement and nearly moves her arms. They jerk from natural instinct, but she keeps them how I arranged them.
Good girl.
That’s my good little fuck toy.
I don’t give a shit what happened before, I’ll keep her away from everything and she’ll stay safe and she’ll stay mine. That’s the only thing I care about.
“Safe word, Braelynn. Give it to me.”
“Red,” she whispers, a flush already darkening her tan skin. The color pools in her cheeks as she breathes in heavily, her hands clenching and unclenching as she waits for the first blow.
I grip her ass in my fist, squeezing and tugging slightly to bring her blood to the surface.
“What is your punishment for?” I question her to make damn sure she knows.
“Hitting you,” she answers with a pained, hushed tone. Her eyes close tightly and I tell her to look at me. From where she kneels beneath me, naked and bare with her back bowed, her dark eyes peeking through her thick lashes, I’ve never wanted for anything more. Her submission is perfect. She is all that is beautiful between us, all of what is worth fighting for.
As I squeeze her ass again, bringing a hint more pain, her bottom lip drops slightly and a crease forms between her brows. “You’ll never lay a hand on me again. You’ll never yell at me again. If ever you feel the need, you will safe word, I will take care of you and we will continue when we are ready. Do you understand?”
I already know I never want to have this discussion again. She isn’t going to tell me who she leaked information to. She’ll take it to her grave. So long as she obeys from here on out … I can live with that.