Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“No, I didn’t. You knew my name from the start.”
“Come on, Red.” He picks up a flogger, and my whole body goes tight. But he doesn’t approach the bed with it. He just runs it lightly over his palm, almost contemplatively. “We wouldn’t be here if you were the good girl you pretended to be for years. You’d still be sleeping next to Luke, the nice guy who’s perfectly safe.”
“Perfectly boring,” I snap.
“You never thought so when you were coming on my tongue.”
I flinch. It’s true. During the first year of our relationship, we were insatiable. I was insatiable. I’m still not sure when it all changed. “Not recently.”
“No,” he agrees. “Not recently. I’ve been distracted with work, with things back home that required my attention. I would have course corrected, but you took that option away when you . . .” His fist clenches around the flogger. “You cheated, baby. So before you get on your high horse about lies, consider that I haven’t touched another fucking person since we started dating. You’ve done it three times.”
My body flushes with shame, which only makes me angrier. Yeah, I cheated, but would I have if I’d known who he really was? The logic is deeply flawed, but I’m too mad to care. “I cheated on Luke, not you. Once.”
“Semantics.” He drops the flogger and moves to stand at the foot of the bed, his cold gaze raking over me. “Once on Luke, twice on Wolf. It all amounts to the same thing.”
He’s right. I hate that he’s right. I could argue that I was never in a relationship with Wolf, that we never agreed on anything at all, but that doesn’t feel like the truth. “If you were honest with me—”
“Then you would have gone running to your precious parents.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “And your fathers would have taken exception and tried to do something about it. So I would have killed them, and we still would have ended up here.”
He says it so calmly. It’s not even a threat. It’s just fact. I stare. “No.”
“Yes.” He shrugs. “This is better.”
He’s been four steps ahead of me this entire time. What the hell am I supposed to think of that? I don’t know. I can’t think at all. “Did you hurt Tatiana? Threaten her?” Her text hadn’t seemed worried but I was a stranger. It’s no like she’d confess to me.
He actually has the nerve to look insulted. “We’re family. She might be a bitch, but she’s blood. And she hardly forced you into that little threesome. That’s not on her.”
“Funny how you make an exception for her when you didn’t for the others.”
“Life isn’t fair, baby. You know that better than most.” He drinks me in with long sweeps of his gaze. He finally stops at my pussy. “What’s your safe word?”
“No.”
“That’s not it.” He moves back to the cabinet of toys and tools. “You use it, this stops. But you want me as much as I want you. You wanted me as Luke, even if you weren’t honest about what you needed. So I gave you what you need in the form of Wolf. You liked our fucked-up little games, or you would have put a stop to them. So, now that there are no more lies between us, we’re going to keep playing.”
“No.”
He turns back around, a few things I can’t quite see clearly in his hands. “Keep telling me no while that pussy practically gushes in anticipation. You might have a lying mouth, but your body knows who owns you.”
“You don’t own me.” I wish I sounded more confident, especially as he climbs on the bed to kneel between my spread legs. I jerk on the bindings, but they hold me steady. Worst of all, it doesn’t hurt. He’s been very careful with me, and I love and hate that realization in equal measure. “Stop, Casimir. I mean it.”
“No.” He parts my pussy with rough fingers, and then something snaps around my clit. I jerk, but there’s nowhere to go. I can’t see the thing either.
There’s no time to figure it out. Not when he pulls a small plug out of his pocket and smears lube on it. I struggle. It’s no use. Casimir holds my hips down and presses the plug against my ass and then carefully inside. I haven’t done much anal, and the intrusion is strange. But not awful.
He brushes the base with his knuckles, and it shifts inside me. “I like this,” he says.
“I don’t.”
“Mmm.” His touch moves up to where my clit is pulsing strangely. Understanding rolls over me in waves. He put something on it, a clamp maybe, to restrict blood flow. It’s going to hurt like a bitch when he takes it off.
Casimir lifts his attention to my face as he presses three fingers into me. I arch off the bed, the intrusion almost too much with the plug in place. He plants his free hand on my stomach, holds me down as he keeps fucking me slowly. “Like I said—your body always tells the truth.”