Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“No,” I say in not much more than a whisper.
“You lie, Ani. I can smell your desire. I can hear the way you breathe. You seemed to enjoy what happened in the bathroom. It was far from a punishment. It was as if everything was so natural for you. It fit you. It fit you like a fucking glove.”
He pinches my nipple harder as I shake my head to try to deny the fact that, yes, my body had responded in a shocking way.
No. He is wrong.
Fuck. Is he wrong?
His smile grows as his shadowed eyes narrow. “Which I’m going to enjoy. I’m going to have a good time finding an actual punishment for you. I may have to get creative.”
I press my thighs together to try to hide that his words and his biting hold on my nipple make me wet.
“Why do you want this?” My words come out on a gasp, so I wonder if they are even clear enough to be heard.
“Want what?”
“Why would you want to have a baby with me? Or to have a baby with someone you don’t even love?”
“You serve a purpose. I need an heir and nothing more,” he says in a deep, solemn voice. “I’m not going to allow my brother to be the only one to have one with… her. We aren’t going to open ourselves up to more lies and betrayal. Our entire life is one deception after another, but I’m going to make sure I don’t just stand by and allow it to happen. I can’t play the twisted chess game if I don’t have any pieces.”
“A baby is a chess piece.”
He shrugs.
His answer surprises me, and my eyes widen. “So why would you want me? I’m one of those people who have lied to you.”
“Because I know you already have. It won’t come as a surprise if you try again.” His face is expressionless. I can’t tell what he is feeling in the way he quickly responds.
His hand leaves my nipple, which oddly my body seems to miss. But my longing for his touch doesn’t linger because he lowers his hand between my legs and presses past the silky folds.
I can’t hold back the whimper and close my eyes in shame.
“Why are you wet, dove? Is it my words, the thought of what’s still to come, or simply the pain from my hand?”
He runs his fingertip along the wetness, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t control my breathing or the little noises of forbidden desire that escape my dry lips. Just as quickly as Phoenix has touched my pussy, he removes his hand and takes hold of my hair at the scalp again.
He yanks hard.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Not yet, dirty girl. Not yet.” He tugs harder, forcing my head back, exposing my neck as a vampire would do before feasting on his prey’s blood.
I whimper, not really out of pain but anticipation. My body sizzles with need, and my very core screams for more. Every word, every touch, every single thing about Phoenix sets my body aflame. He’s right. I should be screaming. I should be fighting. I should be resisting this nightmare the best I can. Instead, I welcome it. No… I fucking crave it. Phoenix is right. I am broken. I am shattered. I am scattered into a million pieces and need this man to fix me. I need the fix. I need this sickness.
“Stand up,” he commands. “Stand right in front of me between my legs.”
I do as he asks, though how I stand on such weakened legs, I have no idea. My head feels light and my breathing even tighter.
“Part your pussy for me. I want to see my dirty dove.”
Never imagining myself engaged in such an act as this, I do as he asks. As if I am hypnotized by the silkiness of his directions—because that is the only thing that can explain the complete madness that is raging through me—I bring my shaky fingers to my smooth pussy lips and spread them wide for his viewing.
Phoenix reaches up and pushes his thumb into my mouth. “Suck my thumb, dove. Suck on it good so I can rub it around that tiny clit of yours until you scream for me to fuck you.”
I run my tongue against the rough, callused skin and never move my fingers from my pussy. I am still spreading myself wide as I suck on his thumb just as he wants me to do. My eyes connect with his for a moment, and I wonder if it is hunger I see hidden in their depths.
“Beg for my cock. I told you that you would eventually beg for it. So, beg.” He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and presses it against my clit.
I cry out in pleasure but hold my position. I don’t want to let go of my spread lips in fear he will stop the most wicked of his touches so far.