Sleepless: (Billionaire Bound: Part 2) A Dark New Adult Romance Read Online Free PDF Page A

part of her that didn’t care, though. A part of her that didn’t pay attention what her family in Wyoming would say if they knew what she was doing, a part of her that didn’t care even a little if Kylie was still angry with her. She needed this. Not just for the bakery, she had needed this . This part of Ciaran’s world that wasn’t model thin and fancy dresses. She was just herself in those moments, even though it was a self she had never experienced before. Gagged and tied up and pushed to the brink of every sensation she had ever felt. Pain and pleasure were rolled into one and nothing ever created had been more exquisite than the sensation.
    Idly, Bethany picked up her brush nearby and tugged it through her dark, sleep-crinkled curls until they vaguely resembled something presentable. She was still entirely naked. A few weeks ago, she wouldn’t have ever stood in front of the mirror without her clothes on, but she just smiled a little bit now. Ciaran loved her curves. He loved the handfuls of warm flesh that moved beneath him when he pressed into her, when he teased her breasts or her rump, how they jiggled when he played with them and tormented her. She set her hairbrush down and turned to the door, opening it up and heading into the hallway beyond without even putting a bra on. Her fingers teased at the big ring on the front of her collar as she headed downstairs to the first level of the cabin.
    Yes, it had to be early for what she had planned today, because it meant that Ciaran wouldn’t be awake yet. He wouldn’t be awake, and so he wouldn’t be able to gag her and tie her up to something before she had made breakfast for him. She wanted to cook for him, and she knew that there were actual ingredients in the kitchen even though she wasn’t really sure where they had been getting food otherwise. Beth had scarcely been out of the secret room behind the fireplace in the library since she had gotten here, and Ciaran only left occasionally himself. Still, food had been promptly delivered at every mealtime without fail.
    No one was in the kitchen now, though, as she stepped into it naked. There was an apron resting on a peg on the wall, and she reached for it, pulling it over her head and letting it settle across her bare breasts. She tied the string around her waist, then opened up the refrigerator, pulling out a jug of milk, a box of eggs, and a few sticks of butter. The other ingredients she needed took a little longer to find, but after a few minutes, she produced flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt, along with a spinning spice rack containing cinnamon and nutmeg. It probably wouldn’t be as good as what Ciaran could afford to make, but these were the pancakes that she had been eating for as long as she could remember, and she knew the recipe perfectly.
    Melted butter, one quarter cup; two eggs, beaten before being added to the flour and sugar mixture; just a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg to add the slightest bit of sweet heat. Bethany whisked it all together thoroughly, admiring the floury lumps left by the warm butter, before leaving it to sit as she found a skillet and put it on the top of the oven. The batter had to sit for ten minutes before being cooked, and she found two large plates in one of the cupboards and pulled out some orange juice from the fridge. Softly, Bethany began to hum to herself as she carefully set the breakfast nook table, admiring the delicate sprig of baby’s breath that was on a tiny vase in the center.
    “I am not certain that this kitchen has ever been properly used.”
    Beth had gotten used to Ciaran’s ability to prowl into a room completely unnoticed, and yet she still jumped slightly and spun around to face him. He was only casually dressed thus far—casually for him, anyway, with a white dress shirt and a pair of gray slacks. She hadn’t actually seen him naked yet. He always blindfolded her if he had the intention of taking off his clothes. Bethany blushed slightly