Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
And it was worth risking agony in order to find out.
He might not have the balls to hit me. He might let me get away with it, and I could avoid sleeping with him, which in turn would please Master A because he didn’t want to share me.
It was a convoluted plan…but still a plan.
My shoulders rose from the bed as I struggled harder than I’d struggled in years.
His face darkened while surprise highlighted his eyes. “Keep fighting and your night will be ten times worse, silent mouse.”
I jerked, but in my unwound state, I didn’t focus on the nickname. However, I gasped as his teeth clamped over my collarbone with no finesse. I flinched as his tongue lapped over the bite of his incisors.
I couldn’t control my shiver.
“You dare disobey me?”
Yes, I dare!
I’m so over all of this!
The snout of his dragon hissed where his ribcage cracked open as he held my wriggling form. But it didn’t stop me. It didn’t scare me. The only thing that could was knowing no matter what Mr. Prest did it would never be as bad as what Master A would do.
I had to use this man to help free me or prove to Master A I was loyal and submissive. If he saw me fighting…he might be kinder to me. If Mr. Prest saw my strength, he might break me out.
Two scenarios from one brave, reckless move.
He froze, following my gaze to his tattoo and where our bodies kissed. His face etched with temper, unable to hide his frustration. For his confidence at figuring my silent replies, he would never understand why ‘mouse’ was the one name he could never call me without me hating him for eternity.
The impenetrable mask he wore (hiding everything that made him real), slipped for a second. He lost the uncouth businessman he projected and became someone riveting and unknown instead.
He studied me just as hard as I studied him.
I saw a man with control issues.
A man so used to the world bowing at his expensive feet.
But I also saw a man who knew what it was like to be me. To be the one without a choice, without a life…without hope.
Then, as if remembering that I was nothing more than a whore who existed for his discretion, his mask refastened into place.
His touch turned harsh.
“You don’t get to direct this evening’s fun, Pimlico. That’s my job.”
My breath caught as he forced my fingers to swirl harder on my clit, gathering yet more tingling electricity.
“I’ll find out sooner rather than later. You will answer me. But for now, I refuse to waste any more time.”
His cock wedged on my hip, throbbing beneath his trousers. “I want to be inside you, but for your sake, I’m going to wait until you’re dripping wet.” His nose skimmed mine. “Isn’t that fair of me? Nice of me?”
Grabbing my broken hand with his free one, he slammed it above my head, restraining me. Pinned to the mattress by his fist, body, and hips, I was completely helpless, hopeless, and utterly at his mercy.
I gulped as his throat worked hard, his hair falling over one eye as he pressed his forehead against my temple. “You’re going to feel something good, Pim. It’s all in your head.” His fingers manhandled mine to drift from clit to entrance and back again. The stroking felt different this time, less strange but just as appalling.
I clamped my lips together as a betraying moan built in my chest. Not in pleasure but in a plea.
He could hurt me, force me, demand me, but I wouldn’t come.
I can’t.
How could I do something that I’d never done before? How could I fix something that’d been broken from the start?
I would never enjoy this.
Ever.
I would never want this.
Ever.
And if he’d become just like Alrik and only wanted to fuck me…so be it.
I had a way to protect myself.
I would leave while he ravaged my body.
And I would never think of him again because he’d destroy any feelings I might’ve developed.
Run…
Taking a deep gulp, I tightened and relaxed all at once. I vibrated and tingled all at the same time as my sex clenched on its own accord and my sovereignty over my limbs vanished.
I became floppy—exactly like a doll these bastards favoured.
My muscles puddled into the bed, my legs fell open, and my mind…that was the best part.
I escaped.
I disappeared inside me, swirling faster and faster until I was too deep to be reached, too far to be beaten, too protected to be ruined any more than I already was.
I didn’t care his dragon blew smoke in anger.
I didn’t hear his tormented groan.
I didn’t feel my fingers inside me.
I
was
gone.
SHE WAS STILL here.
Her hot body still lived beneath our joint fingers. Her breathing still tickled my chest. Her presence still made me hard.