Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Madison tried to wriggle from his grip. “Let go.”
“That’s never happening again, honey. I told you, I did that once, and it was the worst mistake of my life.” His face softened. “Did you eat lunch?”
“A chicken salad.” Not that she’d finished it.
Matt scowled. “You’re eating a good dinner before I take you back to that high-rise prison.”
“You can’t force feed me.”
“If you’re going to starve yourself to please a bitch like Agatha Pershing, I fucking will.”
“And you can’t force me to talk to you.”
“I’ll be goddamned before I let that dick you married come between us twice. So you’re going to tell me right now why you’ve shut me out. I’ve waited two days to have this fucking conversation, and I won’t let this drag on for even two more minutes.” He lifted her and walked her through the sterile decor of the apartment, marching past a concrete fireplace that served as a partition between the living space and the hall.
“Stop! You are so infuriating and stubborn and difficult and bossy and—”
“And too fucking in love with you to let you go again.” At the end of the corridor, he flung open the door to a pitch-black bedroom and kicked it shut. He flipped on a light switch. An overhead chandelier, coupled with LED bulbs behind crown molding, bathed the room in a sexy, saturated purple.
Madison took in the interior—and gasped.
Most of the apartment was a stark, spartan white, but this room was its antithesis. Every stick of furniture, every fabric and throw pillow, every floorboard—all were a sumptuous, unrelieved black. A chunky canopy bed dominated the space, draped by soft, inky sheers at each corner. But the O-rings protruding every handful of inches along the thick wooden posts and slats on top, not to mention the padded cuffs built into each corner, saved it from looking even remotely romantic. On the nearest wall, a beam had been mounted. From it hung a multitude of paddles, cuffs, clamps, crops, floggers, and other implements she didn’t even have a name for. A padded spanking bench sat nearby. A gleaming St. Andrews cross took up another wall, while the whole ceiling had been covered in a mirror. And above the entrance hung a sign: Dungeon of Discipline. Leave your will at the door and get on your knees.
“Oh, my god.”
Matt didn’t spare the room a glance. He merely tossed her on the bed as he tore off her sandals and flung them across the room, then plucked off her wedding ring.
She fought his hold. He didn’t give an inch, merely sat on her thighs and pinned her in place. With one hand, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a sitting position. With the other, he yanked her shirt over her head.
His stare zipped to her breasts, barely covered in cotton and lace. “What is that?”
“A bralette.” It was comfortable and soft, so she often wore it on spa days. “Stop staring at me.”
“I can’t.” He cupped her, his thumb sliding over her traitorously hard nipple. “You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.”
Madison checked the urge to arch into him. After days and days with only the most impersonal touch, she felt starved for him. But she had to stay strong. “Stop. This won’t make me less angry.”
“You don’t want to feel good?” He shifted his weight over her, kissing his way up her neck as he dragged her arms above her head, caressing one from her shoulder to wrist. “You’d rather have an argument than an orgasm?”
His seductive tone made her shiver with a fresh rush of desire, so it took a minute for his words to penetrate her brain. By that time, he’d already cuffed one of her wrists to the bed. She fought to jerk the other from his grasp, but he was too fast. In a handful of seconds, the other padded cuff closed around her.
“You’re being a bastard.” She scowled, bucking against her restraints. “Don’t you dare use sex against me, or I’ll scream.”
“Go ahead. I’m told the unit is soundproof, and I love to hear you make noise for me, the louder the better.”
“Matt…” Her tone turned pleading.
“Are you afraid?”
Maybe she should be. He was restraining her against her will. Well, against her conscious wishes. Her rebellious thoughts told her to defy and refuse. Unfortunately, her desire was firmly in control. Her nipples throbbed for his touch, and she was terrified he’d yank down her shorts and find out just how wet she was.
“I’m not talking to you.” She closed her eyes mutinously and turned her face away. “If you’re not going to respect my boundaries, I have nothing to say.”
“Look at me.” Matt grabbed her chin and forced her gaze back to him.
That growly voice sapped her of fight, and she opened her eyes, focusing on the hardcore will dominating his face. “Have I hurt you?”