Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I was thinking you were very brave and very beautiful.”
“That’s all?”
“And you were the only woman I wanted in that entire club.”
“Liar. There were models.”
His grip tightens. His eyes harden. “Are you getting mouthy with me?”
“I’m just saying, that’s bullshit.”
“You don’t know anything about want, my little wife.” He leans in closer and nibbles at my throat.
I shimmy down against his hard cock. “I think I’m learning.”
“You will eventually,” he murmurs as he pulls my hair. “And if you ever call me a liar again, I’ll punish your filthy fucking mouth with my thick cock. Do you understand?”
I gasp in alarm. A thrill runs into my core. Spanking me is bad enough, but sliding his big dick into my throat? A sick part of me wants him to do it, too. I want him to grab my hair and push me down so I can hear that masculine growl of bliss as I gag and swallow him whole.
“Do you understand me, wife?” he whispers. The emphasis he puts on that last word is like heaven. It’s like desire wrapped in velvet. I want to luxuriate in that word forever.
“No, I don’t think I do.” I stare at him and lick my lips. “Maybe you’ll have to show me.”
He leans forward and crushes his mouth against mine.
Oh, fuck.
I sink into the kiss. Heaven assaults me. Hell threatens to drag me down. I’d happily burn with the other sinners if it meant living a life like this. Right here in this monster’s arms. Adriano’s a killer. He’s a thief and a criminal. He’s brutality, monstrosity, everything I should hate.
And all I can do is want him.
His tongue invades my mouth. His taste floods my senses. I cling to him, drowning for more. His growl of want is better than any drug. The second I hear it, I need even more. I want a chorus of that noise. I want to drill his pleasured moans straight into my brain. I could die listening to that sound.
I shimmy back and drop to my knees. His eyes are like fire as he unclasps his trousers with one hand and teases my mouth with his thumb. I watch him, greedy and impatient. I lick at his nail and suck his fingers. Finally, he lifts his hips, and I help him tug the pants loose, only to pull off his black boxer briefs too.
Then he’s there, thick with wanting. I take him in my hand, and god, he’s so fucking hard. His grip in my hair tightens as I open my mouth. A thin line of spit drips from my tongue and touches the tip of him, right in the little slit.
“You filthy girl,” he says, biting his lower lip. “You’re drooling for me.”
“I’m only anticipating my punishment.”
“You’re not supposed to like it.” He grips his cock at the root and moves my face down toward his tip. “But I’ll make an exception in your case.”
I open my mouth, whimpering as he slides into my lips.
Salty and sweet. I lick the precum and let him guide me down deeper. There’s that moan again: low and throaty, like a wolf in heat. I moan as my spit slides down his shaft and gets him messy. Deeper and deeper, and it finally makes me gag, but I’m determined to hear that sound again. I suck him, pulling back, going with his fist as he guides me.
It’s filthy. It’s all kinds of wrong. But none of that matters to the pure orchestral bliss of his growls, moans, and gasps. I suck faster, gagging, choking on his thick cock just like he wanted me to, stroking him with my hands as they get all messy and wet. I pull back suddenly, gasping for air, and stare into his eyes.
“I don’t feel punished yet,” I say, grinning wickedly.
His eyes flash darkly. “You want more?”
“I want you to show me how bad I’ve been.”
It’s like something finally clicks. I watch the leash slip away, and something dark takes hold. For a second, I wonder if maybe I’ve made a horrible mistake. But it’s too late. He moves so fast, like liquid grace, and suddenly he’s dragging me across the room to the couch against the far wall. He pins me face-down, one pillow jammed against my ear, his enormous weight behind me as he deftly wraps his belt around my wrists and binds them behind my back. I gasp in shock as he wrenches off my pants and rips off my panties, shoving my face tighter into the cushion as he roughly teases my pussy with his fingers.
“Look at you, filthy fucking girl,” he says, groaning with pleasure as he dips his fingers into my pussy. I gasp, arching into him, my heart racing. I’m bound and controlled, completely dominated and at his mercy. I don’t know how far he’s going to take this, and a sick part of me wants to find out exactly where the lines are.