NEUESTE

My eyes go as wide as dinner plates, damn near spraining themselves as they bulge to capacity and beyond, my pupils dilating as though I just got dumped in a bottomless black hole. It sure as fuck feels like it. My left eye twitches involuntarily, but that’s the only motion either of my strained peepers are capable of, unable to blink as they continue to behold the impossible sight before me. My hand juts out on autopilot in a stopping motion, a confused, panicked frown creasing my forehead. “W-w-wait…wait, what… Weiterlesen

I exhale impatiently, the sound of his voice and the command capsuled in it mounting the already unbearable pressure I feel. Yeah…you’re not helping. Just as I’m about to continue, the temperature almost seems to drop and, suddenly, I feel my nipples bunching up on themselves, until I can feel sheer tautness and an underlying, subdued prickling sensation in the pair. I struggle to swallow, feeling the rest of my chest incinerate in response, afraid to look down at it and confirm what I feel—what I know Frost can so… Weiterlesen

I exhale, biting down on my bottom lip nervously as I grab the first box. I decide to focus on one kit at a time so I don’t feel bombarded, trying to read the additional information on it but am having a hell of a time concentrating on anything other than the fact that I’m stark naked in front of both the most sinfully gorgeous and sadistic man I’ve ever met, fumbling like I’ve lost all traces of coordination in my body…and end up dropping the box in a fit… Weiterlesen

My eyes remain on Frost’s hand and the large bag it’s carrying, unable to look away from the handles in his grip, the beige fabric and the patterned logo at its center. Until he closes the door behind him. And locks it. My gaze darts upward impulsively, and I find myself scooting to the very edge of the bed without even realizing it when he advances toward me. With a neutral expression, he stops just barely a foot away and sets the tote on the bed next to me, keeping… Weiterlesen

My heart rages in my chest, pounding so loudly that it’s all that fills my ears. So much so that I’m positive the man standing in front of me, watching me like a hawk, can hear it. Then again, he’s precisely the cause of it…as well as its incessant, far more angry echo between my thighs. The air around me feels impossibly dense, almost compact, teeming with the two words he just uttered to me. Upstairs. Now. And in spite of the clear, concise, resounding command, I stay frozen on… Weiterlesen

Before I can so much as blink, Frost is towering above me, his broad chest suddenly a mere whisper away from my face. One second, the tray is in my hands and the next it’s flying out of my grasp. My heart lurches into my throat at the abrupt commotion, skipping several beats as my wide, alert eyes follow the platter and its items on reflex, watching them leave my grasp and clatter loudly as they skid and topple across the table. It happens so fast I can barely track… Weiterlesen

My butt cheeks clench involuntarily, the action provoking renewed throbbing on the bruised flesh that I have to grit my teeth against. An overwhelming sense of foreboding floods my brain, and I go stiff until my muscles cramp, my body turning impossibly rigid without my permission as I try desperately to shove the thought of something else that’s stiff and rigid sliding between my— No, no, no, no!!! Don’t you dare even think it! My eyes flutter rapidly, my heart palpitating in tandem with them as I fight to banish… Weiterlesen

I almost spit a mouthful of oatmeal back into the bowl when the coldest, iciest blue eyes I’ve ever seen fill my line of vision, their piercing quality effortlessly standing out against the backdrop of the enormous room, making even the most impressive aspects of the custom dining area pale in comparison. One minute I’m by myself and the next I’m not, the sight of his towering, imposing form too abrupt for words, his presence beyond startling, literally making my heart stop. Frost walks into the dining room, the casual… Weiterlesen

I step out of the bathroom, bypassing the blow drier in favor of air drying my hair even though I’d normally never do that in winter. Then again, I’d normally never wake up in an unfamiliar house feeling like road kill, either. I make my way back into the room with far more ease than I did exiting it, only to find my bed perfectly made up, graced with fresh silk sheets and a gazillion throw pillows, looking like something out of a magazine. The blinds are drawn, the entire… Weiterlesen

As usual, all good things—no matter how small—come to an end. Often much too soon. And my bath is no exception. Well…I suppose it wasn’t so much a bath as it was a sit-and-soak. Not that I could help that. Even the smallest attempts to lather my body resulted in nothing but a butt-load of discomfort and pain that I just gave up trying altogether, even though I would love nothing more than to vigorously scrub every last trace of yesterday away. Water that felt incredible seemingly just a moment… Weiterlesen