Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
My back hit the kitchen counter and in a flash he was on me. His hand was warm around my neck as his lips devoured mine.
I tried to fight him; I tried to push him away, but he was too strong, and his pull was just too powerful.
My lips parted for him, and he deepened the kiss.
I almost gave in when he pulled away from me and took a step back.
"What am I going to do with you, babygirl?"
Beg. Apologize. Tell him you'll be better.
"Let me go," I said, sounding much stronger than I felt.
He tipped his head back as he laughed.
“I don't think so. No, you need to understand." His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheek with surprising gentleness before his grip tightened. "I almost hate that I have to do this to make you see. Now strip."
"No." I looked around. I was maybe six steps from the door. He was only four.
Could I get around him? Could I make it out of that door and run into the city?
I'd only have to make it maybe two blocks to get to a busy street. But then where would I go?
Did it matter?
No. It didn't.
I bolted toward the door.
My fingers just brushed the edge of the door before he yanked me back. He kicked the door shut as he tore the winter coat from my body.
"Get off of me," I screamed, and he laughed.
He fucking laughed, before yanking my hair back and sealing his lips over mine again.
His hands tore at my clothing, ripping the shirt from my body and pushing the sweatpants down to my ankles, exposing my flesh to the cold air without a care.
His hands were all over me, groping my breasts, pinching my nipples, and sliding between my legs to stroke my clit. He was everywhere all at once. It was too much and not enough.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he could so easily make my body betray me. It wasn't fair that he could make me want to run from him and kneel for him at the same time. I didn't understand.
His fingers stroked my clit in tight little circles when he broke the kiss and started biting a path down to my shoulder.
"You make me fucking crazy," he rasped. "You can’t just run out into the world trying to throw yourself away."
His astonishing words barely registered as I struggled to fight the familiar pressure building in my core.
"Why can't you just be a good girl? I could be so good to you. Make you come over and over until the only thing you know how to say is my name as you scream it."
"Yes," I gasped, my hands gripping the cracked countertop. I was so wet, and even though I was still sore, I needed him again.
"Maybe this time you'll learn your lesson." His hand gripped the back of my neck as he pushed me down, bending me over the table. The sound of his zipper was loud as he freed his cock, running the head over my folds.
"Please," I begged, hating myself for giving in so easily.
"Let's see if you're still begging in a second."
I was confused by the hint of malice in his words until he kicked my feet a little wider apart.
He teased my entrance with his cock, circling his head over my clit, then rubbing his shaft through the humiliating wetness pooling in my cunt. He was everywhere but deep inside me, where I needed him. Then he moved his cock up, past my aching pussy, to my ass.
"Wait—" I said, trying to stand up.
He held me down, one hand pressed between my shoulder blades, the other stroking my hair almost tenderly before lightly gripping the back of my neck. "Shhh, I’ve got you," he whispered against my ear as he pushed his cock into my ass.
It burned, but the deeper he went, the fuller I felt.
This feeling was different from having him in my pussy.
It was darker, forbidden.
It hurt, but there was something else there, too.
Something deeply satisfying.
He was claiming me, the last piece I had just for me.
He was taking it as his.
"That's right, baby. Take every fucking inch."
I put my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the scream rising from my throat.
"Bad girl," he said, giving me a swat on my ass before grabbing both of my hands and twisting them behind my back, his grip firm but not rough. "You belong with me, which means I own every single delectable sound I pull from your sweet body. You will not take them from me."
He pressed in harder, seating himself as deep as he could go.
"Tell me you want it," he growled.
I bit my lip, refusing to make a sound.
He pulled out slowly, then slammed back into me. A deep-seated groan left his lips, and I screamed, silently.