Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Those embers in his eyes are looking more like shattered glass splintering through flames, and I try to take deep breaths around the heady scent of his cologne pressed against my mouth.
“You can fuck as many little princes as you want, Cartier. Truth is…” His other hand rests against my inner thigh and my eyes fly up to his.
He stops where my thigh meets my center. “She knows she’s mine, and when you’ve been fucked by a savage…” His finger slips between my folds and I cling to him like a nightmare, my eyes closing. “…a prince is hardly going to hit the spot.”
My eyes pop open and I reach behind his neck, just as he grabs me from behind my thighs and lifts me onto the counter, his lips smashing over mine. My body coils around itself the only way it knows how any time Keaton is touching me as he tears the towel away from my body and pulls his lips from mine, stepping back slightly.
His eyes travel down my body, only it feels as though his hands never left. “Fuck. How’d you get sexier?”
The outline in his jeans distracts me from my answer, so I spread my legs wide and slip my fingers over my pussy, bringing them to my lips to suck myself off. “Why are you still talking?” I smirk around my fingers, which admittedly is probably a bad idea.
In a flash he is back in front of me, whacking my hand away from me and shoving me down off the counter by a firm grip on my thighs. My feet land on the floor with a thud and he turns me around, pressing my head down against the cool marble countertop while spreading my legs wide.
“How many have you fucked since me?” He’s calm. Too calm. Keaton is like a storm that continues to circle until no one is left alive.
“What?” I rub myself against his crotch, biting down on my lip when I can feel him against the crack of my ass.
“How many?”
“I don’t know!”
“That many, huh?” He circles my cheek as the distinct sound of leather rubs against denim.
I try to stand to see what he’s doing, but his fingers dig into the back of my neck, forcing me facedown onto the counter. I rest my cheek on the cool counter.
“How many? Or I’m using my belt on your ass until you lose skin.”
My knees buckle, but he forces his between, holding me up.
Alexandra.
Eli. Which he will never know.
Two. Alexandra and I sleep together often. He has been my comfort fuck. The kind of sex that will bore you after a couple of months. The kind of sex that kills marriages.
“Cartier, I don’t have all day.”
“Four…” I lie, because part of me knows that if I tell him the truth he won’t believe me anyway, and… I have too much pride. I don’t want him to know that he has slept with more people than me, even though I already know that he has. He’s a Brother of Kiznitch. It doesn’t matter if he’s the not so slutty one of the group. Keaton has his needs, and his needs need to be met…
His finger slides between my gap and I moan slightly when he circles inside of me. “Four? I’ll want names, but for now…” His finger’s gone and leather bites into my ass cheek as he slaps it with his belt. “For now, I need this.” His voice is low, as if he’s struggling to keep his composure.
I don’t yelp. My teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop from giving him any kind of satisfaction that this hurts—because I know he needs it. I see it every time I look into his eyes that he likes inflicting pain.
Slap! Another, and I wince this time, a metallic taste sliding over the tip of my tongue when I bite too hard.
The warmth of his palm is too hot against my stinging ass, but when his fingers stride to my center and he cups my pussy from behind, the echo of the stings surrounding my cheek hits me right in the clit, and my pussy throbs as I ride his hand slowly, needing a release. Needing to feel him inside of me, watching him come undone.
His hand has gone, but he buries it in my hair and hooks his finger into my mouth, pulling on the side of my cheek.
Slap! Tears prick the corner of my eyes as I squeeze them shut to contain the pain radiating throughout my body. His fingers spread around my chin, tilting my head backward as I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“It stops at four, Cartier…” he whispers, slowly burying himself inside of me as one last slap pierces my ass and I cry out until his hand slams over my mouth. He thrusts into me so roughly my head flies into the wall. “Nod so I know you understand me…”