Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Wait to see what Nick will do next.
Finally, I hear a low, raspy voice ask, “Are you scared of me?”
So fucking scared. Terrified. Not just because his hand is on my throat, but for so many reasons I can’t even process them all. Since meeting Nick, I have felt like I’ve been falling down a deep hole that leads to a land of complete chaos and madness. I can’t resist the insanity that suffocates all reason inside of me. One minute I feel weak, and the next I feel strong. One minute I’m full of lust and passion, and the next fury and rage. I’m scared and yet I’m safe. It’s a yo-yo of emotions when it comes to Nick.
Yes, I’m scared of the man. Absolutely yes.
“I know you won’t kill me,” I admit, opening up my eyes to stare at him with renewed strength. “I don’t fear you in that way.”
“How do you fear me?”
“I fear the power you have over my body. I fear that I can’t resist you even when I should be screaming and demanding for you to get off of me. I fear that the more terrifying you are, the more I want you.”
“Then you’re a fucking fool.”
I nod in agreement as his mouth claims mine in a kiss of aggression, in possession, and in domination.
I can’t be quiet… not when he releases my neck and touches my skin again, this time his tongue finding my nipple. I moan his name again, back arching, breath coming in pants as his lips close around my left nipple. As his tongue flicks across the throbbing bud, I can also feel the heat of his erection pressed against the opening of my pussy.
I attempt to raise my hips, wanting to force his cock inside of me.
“No,” he barks.
The word is uttered against my breast, his teeth never releasing his wicked bite, and yet it’s said with an authority I can’t deny. Stubborn and determined, I arch my back and shift my hips. His cock slides against my folds, hardness telling me he’s as aroused as I, his cock leaking pre-cum on my flesh as his lips and tongue leave wet heat against my nipples.
“Take me,” I say, making my own demand. “I want to pay back my debt. Finally.”
His threats and aggression have stirred my desire into a boiling cauldron.
I want it rough.
I want it dark and dirty.
I feel like there’s a demon inside me, a raw animalistic side of me ready to be set free.
As his mouth moves down the valley between my breasts, tongue sliding along flesh burning hotter every moment, I slip my hand between us. And the moment his lips close around my right nipple, I close my fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft. His groan has my hand tightening around a girth that causes my pussy to throb.
God, he’s big. Huge, hot, and so wickedly mean as he doesn’t immediately move to slip inside me but only begins to thrust his hips ever so slowly, fucking my fist even as he continues to taste, lick, and bite my breast.
Two can play this game.
Releasing my grip, I rake my nails down his length as I try to take control of this little scene.
Before I can blink, Nick sits up, flips me over onto my stomach, and slaps my ass hard. Taking hold of my hair, he yanks back and brings his lips to my ear. “You follow my lead,” he growls as his mouth moves to my neck and he sucks my flesh between his teeth.
“We have a contract,” I say with a gasp as the suck becomes a bite. “I’m trying to fulfill—”
“You don’t do the demanding,” he says, fingers closing around the flesh he smacks and squeezes hard. “I do.”
I should protest that Neanderthal claim, yet my body doesn’t give a shit about feminism. All it cares about is feeling his hands on it—on every inch of it. I wiggle my ass beneath the hand still resting on my cheek.
“Was that spank the best you got?”
“Fuck,” he whispers as my heart thunders joyfully in my chest, but the sensation’s countered by the agonizing pulse between my legs begging for release. “Fucking hell, dirty girl. You’re more like me than I ever could have hoped.”
A sharp tug has my head lifting and turning as his lips find mine, the kiss is demanding, his tongue pushing inside to dance with mine. I buck up, not caring how wanton I must look as I grind my ass against any part of him I can reach.
“I thought you were a man of action,” I taunt.
“Oh I’ll act,” he warns with another slap of my ass. “You’re going to regret tempting me to completely unleash.”
Chapter Six
Nick
She’s a goddamn master game player. She’s winning no matter how hard I try to resist. Her spoken words—her truth—is a move on the chessboard I can’t seem to counter. Her words stab at me, they cripple me, they distort every emotion in my body.