Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Because of the release and rush that it provides.
It’s like flying high.
He stops biting and releases my throat, but he continues to fuck me.
I arch my back just as I feel the orgasm coming close, but then he pulls out of me and backs up. “What the fuck?” I demand, my eyes bursting open. He drops the handcuffs between us, and I smirk.
“Have you ever been cuffed?” I ask curiously as I move to my knees and crawl over to him, picking them up. I start stroking his cock, enjoying the feel of my juices all over his hard shaft. I want to impale myself on him all over again, that buzzing hum from my pleasure-high not yet subsiding.
“Do you want to cuff me, little devil?” he says. I like the way he calls me that, acknowledging this part of me that I share only with him.
“I want to see you scared,” I reply as I step off the bed and drag over a chair from his dining table. “Sit.” I motion to it with the handcuffs.
“You will never scare me, Shortcake,” he says with a smirk as he stretches to his full height.
“Sit your ass down,” I order, and his eyebrows raise, but he does as he’s told. When he’s seated, I grab the gun.
“I draw a line at you shoving that up my ass.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk as I close one end of the cuffs around his wrist and the other to the chair. “Then find a creative, safe word that makes me want to stop.” I raise a brow at him as I straddle his lap and hover over his cock. Then I point the gun at his temple.
A delicious and intoxicating tension runs between us. “Will fucking you always be like Russian roulette?” he asks, trying to lean forward to kiss me. I pull back, my hand pressing against his shoulder. I like this power. I like the idea of all the times I’ve imagined his untimely death and how I see red bleeding out of him.
“Fucking me is like nothing you’ve ever had before,” I tell him as I lower myself onto his cock, knocking my own breath away.
“Fuck, Shortcake,” he growls. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
I ride his cock, intoxicated by the way he watches me and the power that thrums through me at holding the gun to his head. I could do it now. Who would be the wiser? Sure, there would be evidence of our coupling, but I could call for the body to be removed. I could kill him right now.
I grab his hair, pulling his head back so I can bite his neck. Mark him like he’s done to me.
“Use me,” he growls. “Fucking milk me.” He moans, and it floods wetness to my core.
I never knew sex could be this good. Incomprehensible and make no fucking sense but feel right all at the same time.
I bite his shoulder, drawing blood, and he groans. I press the gun harder against his temple, silently telling him to be quiet.
I want to take everything from him when I’ve already given him so much of myself. Loving this man will be torture; the lines blurring between hate, desire, wanting to kill him, and wanting him to live for me.
All of these emotions swirl in my stomach as I ride his cock, feeding my own depravity as I take and take, moaning and crying at my own bursts of pleasure. Using and feeding off him.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known, and I feel myself lighting up from the inside and, for the first time, not forsaking my inner demon but embracing it.
My eyes shoot open, and I stare into his crystal blues, taking him with me. Taking us to a place neither of us could have ever imagined we’d go four years ago.
“Do you want to shoot me?” he grits.
“Always,” I whisper breathlessly.
“It’d be easy. Just pull the trigger.”
“Oh fuck,” I curse, my pussy flooding at the thought. “This is sick.”
“Yes, we’re fucked up together,” he says as he pants, not able to look away from me. “Take it all. My life is yours, Shortcake.”
The orgasm is blinding when it hits, and I scream and shake, the intensity tearing me in two. He groans, and I catch his lips, kissing him as he spills into me. I continue rocking my hips, taking every drop he’s willing to give to me as he curses me with unfavorable names. I eat every single one up.
This is twisted and fucked up.
But it’s everything right now.
I rub my fingers over his mouth, my eyes darting back and forth over his beautiful face as I contemplate pulling the trigger.
“Take it all. My life is yours, Shortcake.”
My heart pounds, terrified of those words. He doesn’t know what he’s saying, right? He was just in the moment.