Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Got my new Wilson. You know, it’s okay to actually make me earn these things every once in a while.”
He grins. “You like it, baby?”
I grin back at him. “Ah, hello, I fucking love it. Is that even a question?”
“Then you’ve earned it. I’ve never seen anyone get as excited about a new gun as you.”
I reach for his hand. “Not true. You lit up like a bonfire when your new Ruger showed up.”
“Well, yeah, that baby was on back-order for fucking ever.”
“Still, you can’t deny you were excited.”
He squeezes my hand. “Not denying anything. Want to test them both out?”
“Hell yes I do.”
We head to the range. I’ve already set things up so we’re ready. We shoot until our guns are hot to the touch and our stomachs are growling with hunger, but there’s still plenty of time for a little more.
“I will never forget taking you here. I will never fucking forget that first day here. I teased you with the knife…”
“Mmm. Now that I haven’t forgotten.”
His eyes heat, and he reaches into his pocket. “You haven’t?”
My mouth is dry, and my throat doesn’t want to work. I shake my head from side to side.
“Good. Because I know an excellent way to establish more trust between us.”
I blink before I nod. I want this. I need this.
“Hands over your head, baby, and bend over the table.”
I obey by instinct, offering him my wrists. He quickly secures them in the straps above my head. My feet are planted on either side of me, supporting me, as I hear him draw the knife out of its sheath.
“There,” he says, as if he’s just revealed a perfect masterpiece. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
Panic slams into me. “A new what?”
“A new everything.” Rip. The knife slashes through my leggings, and they fall to the floor like ribbons. Another tear, and my panties join them.
“Will I need to wear your T-shirt back to the house again?”
“I’ll figure it out. Hush now, Violet.”
I hush.
I close my eyes.
I draw in a sharp breath when the knife grazes my shoulder blade, then my neck. He draws a pattern across my back, then kisses the scars there, before he drags the knife between my ass cheeks.
“Cain,” I gasp, trembling.
“Trust me, Violet.”
I close my eyes and nod. I do. I trust him. I trust him implicitly. It’s taken a while to get here, but he’s proven himself so often, I know now that I can trust him fully.
The tip of the knife crosses lower still, to where my thighs meet my ass, and then he scrapes it along each of my thighs. The skin burns, then tingles, and I feel as if every sense has been magnified. I freeze completely when he places the handle of the knife between my legs.
“Open those legs up.”
I trust him.
I do what he tells me. He glides the handle between my legs. It’s cold and hard, but I’m so turned on, I’d come with one stroke of his fingers.
“Fucking gorgeous. Look at you,” he murmurs to himself. “You really do trust me.”
I nod. “I do. Of course I do.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
The knife makes its way down my legs to my ankles, then drags across the tip of each foot, until he’s drawn a trail map across my entire body. He hasn’t drawn blood, though, and that’s where the trust comes in.
“I need to taste you, Violet,” he whispers.
My mouth’s so dry, I can only nod. My hips arch with the first feel of his tongue doing wicked, perfect things to me.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Oh, please. Oh God, just like that.”
He laps and sucks and plunges his tongue in my core, until I’m nearly weeping with the need to come. I can’t hold back any longer.
“Come, baby. I want to taste you. I want to feel you. Come on my mouth.”
Light explodes behind my eyes, a sparkle of stars showering my vision when I’m enveloped in perfect ecstasy.
He groans, milking my orgasm, until I slump over the table.
He makes quick work of undressing, taking his position behind me, and when I feel his cock at my entrance, I moan and whimper a little. “Yes. Yes, please, just like that.”
He plunges into me with one firm thrust, and my world shatters and rocks, ecstasy filling every cell as he works a perfect rhythm until we both scream our pleasure in the soundproof room.
I’m slumped over the table, riding the waves of bliss, his body pressed up against mine. I love this man so much.
“Oh, good. Now I can tell you.”
He pulls out and cleans me off. He’s got a little kit he keeps here for this very purpose, filled with all sorts of kinky accoutrements. Our little goody box.
“Tell me what.”
“I was afraid if I told you before, you wouldn’t fuck me, and I really needed to be fucked.”