Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
It had a cozier feel. There was a pool table, a flat screen television that covered most of the far-right wall, and three plush, dark brown leather sofas. The bar looked stocked with several bottles of scotch, and a cherry wood cabinet held bottles of wine on one side of a rack with different wineglasses on the other side and what appeared to be some sort of built-in wine opener. The center had glass cabinets with rows and rows of cigars.
My gaze scanned everything as quickly as it could before he walked me into the next room. This was the bedroom. I wanted to walk around and memorize everything about the place where he slept. His private room. But he didn’t slow down until he got me to his bed. We had to step up onto the platform in the center of the room to get to the bed. The deep burgundy bedding was the only thing I saw before he spun me around and grabbed my throat with one hand and clenched my butt with his other before slamming his mouth over mine.
I grabbed the wrist of the hand he had at my throat as I pressed further into him. He wanted to be rough, and the thought of him doing so in his room sparked my own insanity. The idea was thrilling. I longed for it as much as he wanted to treat me that way.
He slapped my ass hard, then squeezed it. His teeth bit down on my lower lip, and his fingers flexed around my neck. The savage look in his eyes as he stared down at me only stirred my desire for more. I glared up at him, daring him to take me.
Grabbing the back of my dress, he unzipped it and yanked the fabric over my head, tossing it aside. I stood there, watching him as my bare chest heaved. His eyes fell to my breasts, and he cupped them almost reverently before pinching and twisting my nipples. I let out a cry, and he slapped each one hard. The pulse between my legs had me pressing my thighs together.
“Fucking perfect tits,” he swore. “Those hard pink nipples taste like candy.” His voice sounded angry, but with the way his eyes roamed over my body, I knew it wasn’t anger.
“Turn around and put your hands on the bed,” he ordered.
Desperate for more, I did it quickly. My butt was on display with the panties he’d paid God knew what for, covering very little. He hooked the strip of silk that was tucked between my butt cheeks under his finger and ran it along my crack.
“Juicy, round ass.” His words sounded like an evil jeer.
Then, the crack of his hand on my flesh caused me to jerk and whimper. It stung. Way more than the other times he’d swatted me. I bit down on my bottom lip, preparing for another hit. It came on the opposite cheek. Just as hard, just as loud, just as painful. I managed not to make a sound that time.
My silence seemed to trigger him because the swats became faster, more powerful. A sob escaped me, followed by a wail as he continued. He stopped then, and his palms ran over my sore bottom.
“My pretty baby has a red ass. Do you know why Daddy spanked you?”
I closed my eyes as the area between my legs clenched at his words. That word. “No,” I croaked, almost ashamed that I was turned on by this.
He ran a hand over my burning globes, and then he slid it between my legs. “Because you weren’t wearing a bra. You keep going without one. Those luscious, full tits are begging men to look at them. To want them.” His fingers crammed into me so tightly that I knew there was more than two. “I don’t like men wanting my pretty baby. I don’t like seeing their gazes looking at your nipples poking through the fabric.”
My arms buckled, and I laid my cheek against the bed as a low keen came from my chest.
“You’re going to make me kill someone, pretty baby. Is that what you want?” It wasn’t a threat. His voice sounded more detached, as if this were a business arrangement.
My eyes watered, and I shook my head.
His fingers eased out of me.
I listened to the slide of his zipper and buried my face in the covers to keep from making a noise. His body moved behind me, and he grabbed my waist, jerking me up from the bed. When he stuck his knee between my thighs to nudge my legs open, I spread them for him. Needing more of his carnal attention.
Garrett rammed inside of me, and I threw my head back and let out a scream as he hit so deep that I felt lightheaded. His fingers wrapped around my throat while his hips began to piston. The bed shook, his breathing was loud and heavy, and my body was in a state of depraved madness. I wasn’t sure what I was saying or if I was even making noises.