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284 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 2019
My devil.Holy cow! Submit held me in its thrall from beginning to end. I 'accidentally' started it at about 10pm last night and read it straight through until after 4am. (When will I learn that the book will still be there the next day? LOL)
My deliverer.
My doom.
“Money. Money. Money. It makes the world go ’round. It makes my world stop spinning.
I stay here, like this, for money.”
“In the event of accidental death, the designated relatives of the aforementioned party will receive a lump sum amount of $500,000.”
“Everyone likes to think that their soul doesn’t carry a price tag—and sure, some lucky sons of bitches never become desperate enough to find it. The first step is having to look at yourself in the mirror and no longer seeing a person, just an object with pretty eyes. She’s worth about fifty a lay, you tell yourself—a hundred dollars tops.”
“Clause 1: In the event of a burn, wound, cut, or any similar injury greater than ten inches in length or diameter, the aforementioned party will receive $1,000 per inch.”
Clause 2: In the event that the aforementioned party is rendered unconscious and unresponsive—no pulse and/or pupil reaction—for a period of documented time extending more than one minute in duration, the party will receive $5,000 for each additional minute and $500 for each remaining second of.”
“I only want to hurt you,” he tells me as his stare reconnects with mine. “However I want. Whenever I want. In any way that I can. Do you understand what I mean by that?”
“One minute, the knife is clutched in my fist. The next, its sharp edge grazes my skin, creeping across my inner thigh. The slightest bit of pressure sends the tip right through the skin. I jump at the feeling, even as my wrist flexes, extending the damage. Two more sharp lines. More. More. More.
His hand guides me, but I’m the one doing it. Me. Bit by bit, he makes me sign an entirely different kind of contract. In blood. In pain.
M
A
X”
“I would tear you apart with my cock tonight,” Maxim says as a watery, broken sound trickles out of my throat. He growls in response, swirling the pad of one of the searching fingers along my inner walls, making them shake. “So delicate you are.”
The pain is still there. Still screaming through my system. He’s right. He’d break me. Rip me apart. Tear me open.
“And yet the thought of it”—another searing thrust and brutal caress—“seems to make you even wetter.”
“Then stay here, just like this. All night. Until I come for you.” He pets me just once, his fingers lingering in my hair. “You move so much as an inch and when I’m through, you won’t be able to walk for days.” His thumb caresses my cheek, the nail grazing the skin. “Do you understand?”
“I think the violation is the worst of it. Being fucked with a knife—it can’t get any more humiliating than this. But he proves me wrong when the callused, heavy pad of his thumb drifts up to the flesh above the knife. Teasing. Rubbing. One brush and every fucking muscle in my body tenses. The knife feels bigger, impossibly huge inside me. My skin feels hotter. Fuck.
“Look at you. Even this gets you off,” Maxim remarks, his voice low and gravelly. Angry.”
“Actual ice.
Shit! I react out of pure instinct, clawing at his fingers.
He only has to say one word. “Stop.”
I do, just like that, lying back against the mattress. My hands go limp and he continues his assault. Almost lazily, he slides the ice along the outside of my pussy first, pressing so that I feel every firm, curved edge. My knees buckle, and I can’t keep myself from shaking. Both hands clench, my nails digging into the duvet beneath me with every swipe. Just when I think I can’t bear it for a second longer, he begins to thrust his fingers, working the ridge of ice inside me.”
“The ice is still inside me when he steps back. I know that much. My muscles tighten, numbed by the frigid chill. My stomach cramps. I have to shove my fingers into my mouth and bite down hard just to keep from reaching down again.
From the corner of my eye, I see shadows dance across the room, flickering. I blink once and realize why: The flame is in his hand now.
“Look at me.”
The moment I do, he extends his arm over me. Slowly, he tilts the candle, sending a stream of hot, clear liquid onto my stomach. Fire. Ice. I’m drowning between two consuming sensations.”
“Hold your breath,” he tells me as his hips jerk, his cock sinking in. “Don’t let it out until I tell you to.”
My cheeks fill with air as my body becomes full of him. I fight to hold it in as he starts to thrust. Slow. Hard. Harder. Harder.
“Not yet,” he warns when I gasp, swiveling his hips, making me choke.
My head buzzes. My thoughts blur. My lungs are screaming. My body is on fire. Tightening. Clenching.
When his thumb returns to my clit with devastating strokes, my eyes roll back in my head. I see lightning. I feel it.
“Now.”
I gulp at the air while my body comes, riding his length as a million sensations hit me at once. And all the while, he just keeps thrusting.
“Fuck.”
“The ordeal doesn’t end, even when he finally climbs off me. I hear him pace, still throwing off rage like heat from a bonfire. I know the moment he picks the whip up again and the last coherent thought I have is of the safe word. Remembering it.
My lips tremble, fighting to say it. “I’m hap—”
“Shhh.” The mattress vibrates as Maxim finally collapses beside me. And the world goes black again before I can say a damn thing.”
“My house gleams in all of its fucked-up glory. The lights are on. Even from here, I can hear Ainsley screaming—but before the fear can bite deep, I make out what she’s saying. Curse words. Apparently, Eric got to her stupid-ass dolls again.
“I cannot say the same for you, but I will never hurt them,” Maxim tells me, his voice trickling into my ear, louder than anything else. “Do you understand? Say it.”
