THE CAPTURE: The Marriage Diaries, Volume 6 (Invitation To Eden) Read Online Free PDF

see what was in the room. He finally set her on her feet, and since her head was spinning and her equilibrium was momentarily skewed, he definitely had the advantage and didn’t hesitate to take advantage of that fact. He secured a soft leather cuff around each of her wrists, then pulled on a nearby chain that stretched her arms straight above her head, leaving her defenseless and completely vulnerable to whatever he decided to do to her.
    She blinked, and her eyes finally adjusted to the low lighting, revealing her surroundings, which looked like a BDSM dungeon. There were no windows, just sconces on the walls to provide the only illumination in the chamber, glinting off the long chains and restraints hanging from the walls and ceiling. There were padded benches, tables with straps, and a wooden St. Andrew’s cross positioned in the far corner—furniture designed for pleasure, or pain, depending on the user’s intent.
    Her wicked pirate turned around and opened a nearby cabinet displaying a wide range of crops, whips, canes, and other disciplinary devices. After a long moment of contemplation that heightened the anticipation swirling inside of her, he made his selection and returned to her suspended form. He stood in front of her, booted feet braced apart and a hedonistic smile on his lips as he threaded the long, individual tassels of a flogger through his fingers, caressing the strands like a lover.
    She’d swallowed hard and met his searing gaze. “What are you going to do to me?”
    “I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he drawled, and set the whip on a table close to him, along with two small items that gleamed silver and red. “I believe you called me barbaric, and I certainly don’t want to disappoint you.”
    He reached down and retrieved a small jewel-handled knife from his boot, then positioned the sharp blade against the ties securing the front of her corset and expertly cut them away. She sucked in a startled breath as the bustier fell to the floor, and gasped again when he made a slice in her shirt, then savagely ripped it apart with his bare hands so that it hung from both of her shoulders and left her entire upper body naked to his gaze. He stripped her skirt down her legs and tossed it aside, baring the rest of her, but left her boots intact.
    He straightened once again, slowly sliding the dull edge of the knife up her inner thigh, along her belly, around the curve of one breast, and scraped it over a rigid nipple. Her entire body jolted at the twinge of pain that shot through her, and a low moan escaped her throat.
    “ No ,” she said, and thrashed for freedom, which did no good.
    “Oh, Yes ,” he murmured insolently, his expression filled with depraved lust. “You were bought for my pleasure, and I’m going to show you that I can fuck you any way I want, and any time I desire. And maybe, if you’re a good slave and do as you’re told, there might be pleasure in it for you, too. Eventually, once you learn to submit to me.”
    She lifted her chin, displaying her pride, which was all she had left at the moment. “It will never happen.”
    “Oh, mark my words, it most definitely will happen, and I’ll enjoy making you scream, and beg. Repeatedly.”
    She pursed her lips at his vanity. “You’re an arrogant libertine!”
    He chuckled at her insult. “Aye, I suppose I am.”
    Setting the knife aside, he filled his palms with her breasts, squeezing them together and flicking a finger over her taut nipples. “Such gorgeous, lush tits,” he murmured, and bent his head, pulling one breast into his mouth, sucking hard and deep. His tongue swirled around the areola, and his teeth tugged relentlessly on the aching peak.
    Her sex clenched in response, and that fast, she was close to screaming and begging. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and swallowed a moan, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cries of pleasure.
    He performed the same treatment on her other