Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Playtime. My skin crawls.
Nicolai nods and takes my hand. We’re going to the dungeon? I expected he’d want to drag me back to the room where no one could see me. I want him to. Before we came here, we shared an intimate moment I can’t get out of my mind, and he told me if I obeyed I would be rewarded. When he touches me, I ignite with such vivid visceral awareness, I’m left panting before he’s finished. The old Nicolai kept me at a distance until that fateful night we left. God, that seems so long ago now. A lifetime ago.
But this Nicolai—this one needs to prove he owns me.
I shiver as I walk beside him, my head bowed.
We hear the dungeon before we get there. Laughter, moans, screams just outside the entry. I don’t realize I’ve stopped moving until Nicolai tugs my hand and shoots me a reproving look. I quicken my pace, and we enter the room together. He finds a chair tucked into the corner of the room, sits down, and pulls me onto his lap, facing him. I lose track of where his companions go.
Straddling him like this, one leg on either side, my sheath rides up and my bare pussy presses up against his pants. It feels so dirty, and yet I love this intimacy. He takes my chin in his hand and holds my gaze.
“If I had my way I’d bring you to the room, shut and lock the door, and throw away the key,” he growls.
I swallow hard and nod.
“And hell, I may still do just that.” Reaching for my face, he drags my mouth to his. I gasp when our lips meet, hard and soft at once. He’s never kissed me like this, fierce and possessive. It takes my breath away and almost hurts in its ferocity, before his tongue sweeps into my mouth, sensual and intimate. I’m melting, sinking into this, shivers of arousal snaking down my skin and pooling between my legs. My hands fly instinctively to his arms as I drown in this kiss. I’m grasping for purchase, but I don’t want to surface.
I’ve wanted him for so long, the pain of our separation so intense, there’s a near desperation between us. Every moment together is stolen, every breath a gift. Yesterday nearly broke us, tomorrow may do the same. But this moment, right here in the present, I belong to Nicolai. There are roles that define us, an appearance we need to keep, and I don’t know what will happen next. I’m not sure he does either. Right here, right now, when I’m wrapped up in his arms and his lips are joined with mine, when I breathe him in when I inhale and my heart beats along with his, nothing matters but this.
He called me his star. His light in a world of darkness. And I will not let anything dim my light.
We break away panting. Our foreheads touch. We don’t say anything, but we don’t need to. Though trapped in a crowded room, it’s just the two of us right now. Right here. He’s given up everything to find me, and I’ll give up who I am to save him.
Wordlessly, he arranges me on his lap so that I’m facing away from him and nestled in the crook of his arm. He gives me one command. “Watch.”
I blink, my eyes still growing accustomed to the dimmer lighting in the room. And for the first time, I become aware of the other people who are in here.
Some of what’s before us is familiar. Cuffs. Whips. Chains. And others surprise me. A thing that looks like a saddle, wooden stocks, oddly shaped chairs and benches. And there are people, everywhere, engaging in… all sorts of things. The scent of sex is so pungent in the air, I can’t help but pull closer to him. It’s weirdly intimate, and unsettling to me that so much is on display.
His right hand rests on my upper thigh, pressing in with just enough pressure to claim me while his left encircles me and holds me to him. As my gaze roves over the room, he gently begins to touch me. First, the very tip of one finger grazes the top of my breast, right over the sheath that covers me, while his other hand travels beneath the hem of my sheath, his thumb gently grazing.
“Watch,” he repeats.
His ruthless companion, the one accompanying the woman with the black hair, has her strapped to a bench belly-down. He wields a stout wooden stick in his hand, and I cringe. I turn instinctively away and burrow onto Nicolai’s chest.
“Does that frighten you?”
I hear the snap of wood on skin, and heat floods me. I swallow hard.
“I… I don’t know,” I tell him. I was beaten in captivity, and I inwardly cringe at the memory.