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)
He quirked a brow, and I narrowed my eyes. “Fuck you,” I whispered so close to his mouth, I knew the curse caressed his lips.
I kept my eyes glued to the dark pools of his, hoping to catch a glimpse of him losing control—a spark to let me know I hit my mark. Instead, they grew darker, and a low rumbled laugh vibrated the space between us.
“Not quite yet,” he taunted. “Princess.”
CHAPTER 21
ASPEN
Before I could react, a hand pressed against my chest and shoved me back. My elbows thudded to the table, sending a throb vibrating up my shoulders. “What th—”
The discomfort vanished under the wash of cold air against my chest. In the time it took me to fall back, he’d unfastened the few buttons on my sweater and shoved it aside. My nipples pebbled painfully tight, and the irritation burned away, only leaving room for anticipation to build all over again.
“Mmm,” he hummed his pleasure.
I should have been ashamed of how quickly I melted under such simple praise.
I should have pushed back harder against him, reminding myself what he really thought of me—a spoiled princess.
I should have stopped before any of this started to begin with.
I should have done a lot of things.
But when he dropped his head to my chest and sunk his teeth against the bottom curve of my breast, I did nothing but drop my head back with a cry.
He soothed the abuse with his tongue, dragging it up and over until he reached my nipple, where he repeated his assault. My cry shifted to a moan when his tongue curled around the tip before sucking. I bit my lip in an attempt to hold back the sounds—or at least minimize them.
I want to hear you scream.
His message from earlier flashed in my mind, and I bit my lip harder, unsure if I was capable of screaming anymore—unsure if I was ready to.
When his other hand palmed my other breast and twisted and pinched the tip, thoughts of what sounds I made faded, and my hips thrust, searching for anything to create friction where I needed it most.
I dug my bruised elbows into the table and pushed, but found nothing but air. He’d curled too high over me. Enough to torture my nipples, but too far for me to make contact.
I jerked my attention down when a painful pinch, twist, and tug rode the line of too much. But then my eyes locked on his, peering from where he sucked on my other breast.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered. His gaze soothed the sharp sting enough to send it sliding down my belly to my core. I clenched my fist against the smooth table and shifted my weight to rest on one elbow, trying to reach between my legs.
Before I got far, he released my flesh with a pop and snatched my wrist. “Nice try.” He rested my palm back on the table with a taunting look before it shifted to something dark and commanding. He pinned both hands under his and locked his eyes on mine. “These do not move. Understood.”
Breath shuddered in and out, my body trembling with need and an enticing edge of fear. “Yes, Sir.”
He nodded before releasing his hold and standing upright. Again, his hands rested on my knees and slid down my thighs—slower this time—taking all of me in. My muscles strained the closer he got to my center. Heat bled into my cheeks when I imagined what he saw—what he would feel when he dragged his finger through my folds.
The way he ravaged my chest left my pussy dripping, sliding between my ass. There was no hiding how much I liked what he did to me.
Before he reached the middle, he spread his palms and gripped where my legs met my hips and used his thumbs along my folds to pull me open.
I squeezed my eyes shut and squirmed. Although it was useless because he pinned me in place and continued to stare, saying nothing. He’d seen my pussy before, but never like this. Never completely open, under a chandelier, with nowhere to hide. No shadows from my skirts or partly closed thighs.
I laid completely splayed open for him to study.
He pushed and pulled along the lips of my pussy, sending jolts of pleasurable shame directly to my clit. Each move caused my opening to clench around nothing. And he saw. He saw the way my drenched core practically begged to be fucked.
The seconds of his inspection dragged on forever until I almost screamed.
“You have a stunning cunt.” He finally released one side and dragged a finger from beneath my ass to my clit. The direct contact shocked my system after waiting for more, ripping an unintended shout from my chest.
He hummed, and a smile tipped his lips. “It’s not enough, but it’s a start.”