Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Answer me!” he yells as his hand comes down hard on my ass. He pushes me down on the mattress, his large hand splayed against my shoulder blades, pinning me down. I struggle against him, trying to get away.
“You’re only making it worse on yourself.” His words register and I try to stay still.
“Please don’t.” I swallow my pride as I beg him. I may be turned on. I may find him handsome, and a sick part of me thinks this could fulfill a fantasy I've never shared with anyone before. But I don’t want this.
“What did you think would happen when you defied me?” he asks.
“I didn’t.” I respond with the truth as a small sob escapes my lips. “I didn’t think.”
“You should’ve, angel.” He lowers his head to mine and gently kisses my hair. His pet name for me seems off, but comforting somehow. “With everything you do, there will be consequences. Good and bad.”
He moves back as his hand leaves my ass. His fingers gently walk up my thigh, pulling my skirt up and exposing me.
“Please don’t,” I beg him again. I can’t help that the shivers that run up my spine harden my nipples and make my clit throb with need. The threat of him using me leaves me breathless with both desire and fear. I don’t know which outweighs the other. But I won’t give in. This is wrong.
“There are consequences,” he says confidently. “I told you that.”
Smack! His hand comes down hard again as he spanks my ass and the pain rips through me. I scream and take the blow. And then another. The weight of his body holds me down.
“What were you going to do with whatever you were looking for?” he asks. It’s a trick question. I know it is.
I shake my head and part my lips to answer, but instead a shriek comes out as his hand whips my ass again.
“Do not lie to me.” His words are hard.
“Defend myself!” I manage to bite out. That’s the truth and if he doesn’t like it, then I guess he can just beat me. Fighting against him is the same thing as defending myself. So long as I’m here, I’ll fight.
“Oh sweetheart,” he whispers as his lips graze my neck. My body betrays me yet again, and I hate the wave of arousal rolling through me as he plants a sweet kiss on my neck.
“There’s no fighting this.” He pulls my body toward the edge of the bed, holding me under him. “There’s no way out.”
“Please,” I say, but I’m not sure what I'm pleading for as his hands lift my skirt up.
“Do you know who I am, angel?” he asks as his thumb rips through my cotton panties. Kade tears the thin pair as though they're nothing, exposing me to him.
I shake my head into the pillow, denying everything. This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. He takes the opportunity to answer his own question.
“I’m a bad man. And now you belong to me.” His words shatter any hope I had. My throat closes as fear threatens to overwhelm me.
“This,” he says as his hand cups my pussy, “this belongs to me.”
As he says the words, I smell whiskey on his breath, but it only adds to my arousal for him. Goddamn traitor body.
He pulls back quickly with shock, and then pushes his fingers against my heated core.
“You’re fucking soaked. You want this.” Shame washes through me again. It’s one thing to be turned on, but it’s another thing entirely for him to know. It’s my treacherous body. My own depraved fantasies. But this is reality.
I shake my head. “I don’t.” I barely push the words out.
He pulls his hand away and yanks my sweater over my head. I try to fight against him, but it’s useless. I cross my arms over my chest feeling so demeaned and helpless. My tank top and bra are the only things keeping me from being completely bared to him.
“You will remove them.” His voice hardens as he adds, “Or I will.” He stares at me, waiting for me to comply. I don't want him to. But I don't want to do it either.
Slowly I pull the tank top away and unhook my bra, letting it fall. I can’t look at him.
He balls all of my clothes in his hands and moves off the bed. Leaving me there naked, embarrassed and completely fucking soaked for him.
I wait for him to do something--anything. But he just watches me.
“Do you know about BDSM or anything at all about Master slave relationships?” he asks.
My blood boils. I know all about them. I’ve read about them in books, but this shit is real life. “Yes.” I push the word out through my teeth.
“Do you know what you are to me now?” he asks.