Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"Good girl," he purred, and a rush of desire slammed through me. "But I still have to punish you for breaking things. If you come before I give you permission”—he kissed my shoulder—"you will get the belt."
Even a simple press of his lips to my bare shoulder was enough for me to want to obey. "I can't wait to hear you scream for me as I leave fresh pink lines across your pale skin."
I was going to obey, but not to please him.
He wanted to break me; he wanted to prove that he was better than me, so he was going to do everything he could to make me come and I simply wouldn't do it. I was going to prove that he couldn't break me. I controlled my body and my pleasure, not him.
He kissed his way over my body, every single touch of his lips sending more shocks of pleasure through me as I ached for more. I bit back a moan and let my head hang down between my outstretched arms, still tied to the headboard.
The distinct flick of the knife cut through the heavy silence of the room as he traced the tip across my lower back to the center of my spine and trailed it down my seam until he got to the damp, wet fabric covering my core. With one swift cut, he sliced through the panties and then the strap on one side and pulled them away.
"I was right. You are dripping for me," he growled. He closed the knife with an audible click and tossed it aside. "I want to hear you say it."
I clenched my teeth together as he ran a single finger over my seam, sending more shivers through me.
"Say it," he demanded. "I want to hear how much fighting me turns you on."
I still said nothing, and he pulled his hand away just to slam it against my ass, and then squeezed the heated flesh. "Say it, or I get the belt."
"Fighting you makes me wet," I admitted, keeping my jaw clenched as I spoke the words that sent a stinging fire to my cheeks that matched the one shaped like his hand across my ass.
"Again, but this time like you mean it." Artem ran a single finger over my slit again, just caressing until he circled my clit.
"Fighting you makes me wet," I said again, this time with a gasp.
"Keep going." He placed a kiss on my lower back before moving behind me where I couldn't see him. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, facing away.
"I like the way you claim me. I don't want to, but I do. Every time you touch me, every time you threaten to punish me, I get hot and wet and—" The words kept coming, spilling from my lips.
He shouldn't have known any of this. It should have felt like I was losing something, but it didn't. It felt like I was just telling him what he already knew.
Of course, he knew. He was behind me, and I was naked, on my knees, with my back arched. He could see everything.
"Keep telling me what you like," he said again. The bed shifted behind me and his breath was warm against my most sensitive skin.
I opened my eyes to see him, still fully dressed, lying on his back under me.
"I like how it feels when you kiss me," I admitted.
He looked up at me, his gray eyes intense as he smirked at me.
Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down to his lips, my thighs spreading, stretching as he slowly stroked my clit with his tongue.
"Oh god," I cried as he pulled me down further, locking my hips in place, his hand like an iron bar on my back.
"Keep talking," he said against my clit. Even the vibrations of his voice sent another wave of ecstasy crashing over me.
"I like when you already have everything set. Everyone bows to your will. You don't have to tell people you're in charge, they just know," I said.
His assault on my clit became ravenous, as he slid two fingers deep in my pussy, another just brushing against my other hole.
"I get wet whenever you make demands of me, even though I hate it," I gasped as the pressure in my core built. I focused on trying to suppress that pressure. If I came, he won. "I hate how you control me, but I also want you because you do."
He let out a low groan against my clit and pressed the two fingers inside me directly against my G-spot, intensifying the pressure.
Looking over my shoulder, I could see his hard cock sticking out of his pants. The hand that wasn't on my back was gripping his cock, squeezing at the base. He liked this. Maybe that was how I won. Maybe I could break him before he broke me.