Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
My eyes widened under pinched brows. “Um, where?”
His lips twitched and his hand dragged painfully slow from my lips.
Down my neck.
Between my breasts.
Over my contracting stomach.
Lower and lower.
Before finally stopping between my legs.
Just the tip of his finger rested beneath my mound and pressed over my skirt, as if searching for the bud hidden between the lips of my pussy.
“Here.” The answer came low and deep from his chest, delivering its own promise, matching and intensifying the darkness in his eyes.
Another swallow while I struggled to remain still. “I-I don’t know. How will that wo—”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Lucian said, pulling his hand away to hold it up. I whimpered at the loss. “Yes, or no, Aspen?”
I’d gotten better about not asking questions, but I never imagined being hit between my legs. It was so sensitive. Wouldn’t it hurt? I clenched my lips closed, knowing this wouldn’t be one of the times he explained. He did it less and less as we went, pushing me harder to give in completely.
Taking a deep breath, I remembered the power I held with my safe words and raised my chin. “Yes,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.
Not once since we started had I needed to stop. And if I ever said yellow, he always paused for me. I…I trusted him.
The realization almost knocked me back, but once it came, it settled like a shot of warm whiskey soothing my nerves.
I trusted him.
I trusted him.
And I liked it.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Are you hungry?”
I blinked, struggling to keep up with the back and forth from sex to food. “No.”
He nodded. Then, holding my gaze, he took my empty wineglass and set it on the island. When he turned back, he still looked calm, giving no hint to his intentions. Were we eating or about to begin?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
He stalked over, bent his knees, and gripped me under my ass, hoisting me up. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. My hair fell forward around us, sucking us into the darkness that always lingered wherever he went. Cool air caressed the skin of my upper thighs when my skirt slid up, only held in place by the powerful grip on my ass.
My core brushed against his stomach with each step, and I fought the need to rub against him like a cat in heat. I didn’t know where he was going, and I didn’t care as long as I got more of this.
Fuck, I’d missed it so much this week. I missed hi—
I yelped, cutting off the thought when my ass touched the cool wood of the dining room table. He kicked a chair aside and adjusted me how he wanted before walking to a sideboard cabinet.
I watched with more anticipation than I thought possible. Planting a hand on the table behind me, I took in his muscles straining against the thin material of his shirt. God, every part of him exuded power, and I hesitated less and less to give into it.
He stood tall and turned, gripping a long pole with cuffs on either end, and a familiar rope. I parted my lips, a flood of questions waiting on my tongue, but I swallowed them back. Instead, I went for playful, hoping to settle my nerves. “Most people keep their fine China in their dining room and here you are pulling out sex toys.”
“The fine China is on the other side.”
“Oh.” I cocked my brow. “And do you have sex toys hidden in every room?”
He smirked. “No. I was hopeful tonight that I’d need these and prepared for the best.”
“Arrogant bastard,” I muttered playfully.
My knees brushed his hips while he looked down at me with no regret for being the exact name I called him. “I’d go with confident,” he rebutted.
Before I could get another word in, he gripped my knees and jerked them apart. The pressure of his thumb dragged all the way down my calf as he dropped to his knees. He placed gentle kisses against the red blemishes left behind by his rough fingers while sliding off my boots and strapping a soft cuff around each ankle.
Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask.
Lose yourself in the moment.
A million questions clamored for freedom, but I bit them back. Instead, focusing on his lush lips and wet tongue against the inside of my leg. I focused on his calloused hands brushing against my skin. I listened to the soft clink of the buckles against the bar.
The sounds and movement stopped. Warm breaths puffed against the damp skin he left behind and everything stopped. Clenching my fists, I forced myself to hold still and wait him out.
Don’t. Ask.
Then he stood.
With the bar in his hand.
Pulling up, up, up and sending my body back.