Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“And I need you. I’m yours completely,” he whispers in a trembling voice and wraps me in a tight embrace, with one of those wonderful hands resting on my throat.
Each thrust takes my breath away, and while the friction feels almost like too much, I don’t want him to stop, or even slow down. I want him to jab into me just like this until he’s so spent he can barely move.
I want to be his peace. His solace. This scary wolf’s beloved bitch.
Is it messed up? Sure, but I don’t care. No one needs to know. No one would understand this murder bond we share anyway. For any outsider, we’re two monsters mating like we’re animals.
His dick feels so good inside me. I love being under Cesar. I become Jello, my thighs tremble at each of his thrusts, and my own cock pulses with heat and desire to be touched. But my man comes first. That’s the natural order of things, and he is not holding back.
Teeth and lips trail over my neck, nipping, licking, sucking, until I’m breathless with need, but then he’s coming, and blood rushes to my face when I feel him pulse inside me.
There has never been a better feeling.
Nothing can compare.
“You smell so good,” Cesar mumbles as his cock retreats from my body with a wet slap that makes me rock against him. When he licks my nape, it’s like a spark of lust going straight to my cock, and I feel so needy I’m making incoherent, whiny noises.
“Please…?” I utter helplessly. I could jerk off, yet it feels like he’s in full control of me and has to allow it. My face is hot, my bloodstained hands are sweaty, and I’m in a whole new universe with Cesar.
But instead of granting me permission, or even sucking me off like he sometimes does, Cesar pulls me into his arms and gets up. My dick is still hard, I’m probably dripping his cum, and he carries me like that to the cabin, leaving the massacre behind.
I don’t even look back at the carnage, focused on Cesar’s flushed face instead.
I have never seen a more handsome monster.
Chapter 15
Cesar
I dread to imagine what could have happened if it hadn’t been for Eli.
My mind’s still fuzzy, like a dark labyrinth around my soul, but the windows are now cracked wide enough to let in daylight and guide me to my sweet, beautiful companion.
With Sullivan dead, I’d thought myself untouchable, free of a leash that hung over me like a noose, but as it turns out, my former master put safeguards in place and entrusted the words to Lyle. I don’t remember them. The first few—yes—but once I’m past a threshold, parts of me disappear, turned off, as if my body was a building and the person saying the long phrase held the power to turn off the lights.
I might be fearless, but when that happens, I’m scared like the child I was when that reaction was first instilled in me. With the words, Lyle had the power to make me obey and even die, but Eli freed me. Eli pulled me back to the surface. How can I ever repay him?
Our bodies are steaming hot as I push past the door and enter the cabin with my pants pooling at my ankles. I gravitate toward the couch, eager to give him the comfort he surely needs. I have so much mess to deal with, but first, I shall take care of Eli, give him pleasure and leave him to rest under a blanket.
He’s wonderful.
I don’t deserve him.
He has eyes only for me. Parts of what happened right after he pulled me out are vague, as if I’m not myself, but the attack dog I was forged into.
As through fog, I remember the word love being repeated. Another thing I don’t deserve but which he gives me so freely.
I don’t know what Eli’s done, but there’s lots of blood drying on him, and a hammer laid next to Lyle’s smashed-in head. He’s no experienced killer, yet he did that. For me.
And now I have him in my arms. So vulnerable, half naked, his cock still hard, his face red. I’m horny again just looking at him when I think that he’s got my cum inside him. I’m calming down, getting back to myself, but the beast is still there as I change the angle of my arm so I can reach his hole with my fingers. So slippery and available.
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My cock was already softening, but somewhere between the door and the couch, my brain started buzzing with desire, as if I haven’t just come. It’s insane. He is making me insane, but who the fuck cares? I want him, and he told me I should take him whenever I need to.