Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
He tosses the pin aside, and it clinks to the floor. His gaze never leaves mine.
Am I supposed to be afraid of him? For some reason, I’m not. For some reason, I’m incredibly turned on instead. Raptor might not keep my secret, but physically harm me? Never. “You’re talking out your arse.”
He pulls another pin free. “I can make you talk,” he states again. “And it will be just as enjoyable as last time, when I had my fingers sunk deep into that sweet, wet cunt of yours.”
I suck in a breath. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh please.” He chuckles, tossing the next pin aside. As if it has been timed, my hair tumbles free about my shoulders, and he eyes it, raking his big hand through. “I can smell your arousal, Gwenna. Remember that a Taurian has senses far better than any human’s.”
My pussy clenches at his words. It takes everything I have not to lean forward, to beg him to touch me. “You can smell me?”
“Aye. Smells so sweet and honeyed I want to dip my muzzle into it.”
The breath catches in my throat. Goddess Hannai’s tits. I want that, too. So much. But does he want to touch me or torture me? I straighten, lifting my chin in what I hope is horny defiance. “So what’s stopping you?”
He growls, and the sound fascinates me. Raptor takes another step in my direction, and we stand so close that I have to crane my neck to gaze up at him. We stand so close that my hard nipples are practically rubbing against his belt buckle. The look he gives me could curl parchment…and it makes my toes curl, too. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“If you licked my pussy? Damn right I would.”
Raptor makes a sound that could be a bark of frustration—or of laughter. In the next moment, he snags an arm around my waist and takes two strides over to the double bed. Before I realize what he’s doing, I’m face down across his strange Taurian thighs as he sits on the edge of the mattress. One arm anchors my upper body to his lap, and his other hand goes to my arse. “Remember that you asked for this.”
“I didn’t ask for anything!”
“Tell me what you know.” He says it, all calm and collected, even as he rips at my belt, snapping the leather as if it’s nothing and tossing it to the floor. I make an indignant sound and he ignores it, grabbing my pants and hauling them down. Seams rip and fabric tears, but he doesn’t care.
My arse is exposed.
“You asked for this,” he says again, but it’s less angry. More aroused.
And then Raptor spanks me.
I gasp, loud. It’s not that the spanking is painful. It’s noisier than anything, and my buttocks sting from the smack he gave me. It was nothing more than a tap, given Taurian strength, but it surprised me. I didn’t think he’d actually do it.
The shock I feel quickly gives way to arousal as his hand lingers on my backside.
“You asked for this,” he murmurs, but there’s a note of honey in his voice, thick and rich and decadent. He spanks me again, a lot lighter this time, and then caresses my backside. “Look at how pink you get when I smack you.”
I squirm against his grip, because if he keeps stroking my arse, he’s going to realize just how aroused I am at this. “Piss off and let me go.”
“And give you what you want? Absolutely not. Tell me the truth.” He smacks me again and jiggles my buttocks when he’s done. “We both know you’re holding secrets. Tell me what they are.”
“Fuck off.”
He grunts, then spanks me again. His hand lingers on my arse, and this time, his fingers sink between my legs. He strokes me, and to my shame, I’m incredibly wet. My body makes a squelching sound as he slips a finger deep inside me and thrusts. “Look at that.”
Panting, I try to get away from him. Well, sort of. Even in my own mind, I know I’m faking it. I desperately need more fingering, more spanking, more everything. I writhe in place, acting as if I’m trying to get away, when all I really need is for him to throw me down and fuck the hells out of me.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Raptor growls as I try to escape his lap. “You’re not going anywhere until you confess, you naughty thing. You’ve been leading me on all this time.”
“The fuck I have! I—ooh!” My thoughts go sideways when he strokes his fingers into my pussy again, two together this time, and big enough to make me arch with delight.
“You like that?” He no longer sounds angry, but fascinated. The hand on my back creeps around to my throat, as if he’s going to hold me in place by choking me, except his grip is so, so gentle. All the while, his fingers viciously thrust into my pussy, forcing wet, erotic sounds into the air around us. His thumb strokes the side of my neck. “You think you can take three fingers?”