Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Screw this.” I start to rip the folder. “I’m so done—“
He moves fast. I hardly see him coming. A big man like Prime shouldn’t be that quick, but he collapses the space between us, slamming into me, both of us hitting the floor in a tangle. I snarl angrily, thrashing and kicking, but he wrestles the folder from my hands before I can do much more than bend it out of shape.
“Get off me, you fucking prick!” I buck into his grip, but his weight keeps me pinned, his thigh between my legs and a single hand securing both my wrists above my head. “Fuck you, Prime!”
“I told you not to threaten me.” He casually tosses the folder aside. Pages flutter and land askew.
“I just want to know what you dragged me into.”
His body is warm against mine. I breathe hard, breasts rising and falling, my core throbbing with the feeling of his skin between my legs for the second time tonight. But now there’s nobody to interrupt. There’s nobody to save me when I break.
Shatter against him like porcelain. Spill on his lips like wine.
His eyes are hooded with hunger. He dips his mouth to my neck, nipping, kissing. My frustrated growl turns into a moan.
“I’m a bad man, Deanna. If you knew the half of what I’ve done, you’d run screaming.”
“I don’t care.”
“You won’t look at me the same. I don’t want to lose that.”
“How do I look at you now?”
“Like I’m not a monster.” He bites the top of my left breast and pulls back. “Fuck, Deanna. You have no idea how close I am right now.”
“Please.” I arch, grinding against his leg. I struggle, but his grip is iron. A single hand is all he needs to keep me in place. It’s maddening and impressive. “Please, Prime.”
“You’re right. The business you see? That’s only half my kingdom. It’s the shield to keep the rest of it safe and protected.”
“What’s the other half? What do you do?”
“Many things.” He kisses my chest again and now his hand strays to the fasteners keeping the corset together. They flip open as he deftly undoes them. “I threaten. I steal. I import drugs. I sell illicit goods. I’m a killer, a liar, and a thief.” My breasts spill loose as he shoves the corset open. His tongue latches to my right nipple, sucking hard. I moan, grinding harder, panting with the effort and the pleasure. “I’m a monster. I’m a thug and a brute. I burn what gets in my way and I’ve never once in my life cared about the body underneath me, so long as I get what I want in the end. You don’t want to know the real me, Deanna.”
“Fuck,” I moan, bucking into him faster, pleasure building alongside my fear. “I know you, Prime. You pretend—you can lie—but I know you.”
“You don’t.” He sucks my nipples, licking them, leaving trails of spit. “You can’t begin to guess.”
“You’re a criminal. You’ve always been a criminal.”
“Worse than that. So much worse.”
“Fuck,” I gasp as he reaches down between my legs, lips at my nipple. His fingers shove my panties aside and plunge into my soaking wet pussy, and I can’t stand it anymore. He’s a beast, he’s right, he’s every dark thought I’ve ever had, all the horrible monstrosities lurking in the back of my mind, the ghosts trying to drag me down to hell. He’s a devil and I love it as his fingers curl, slamming into me, palm grinding against my clit, mouth sucking my nipples like he wants to drown in me.
I shatter against him, moaning his name. He keeps me pinned as I come and I’m helpless. I break and break, whimpering as I do it, whispering his name and hating him and wanting him all at once, the fear making the pleasure heightened in a way I’ve never experienced before. My world tunnels and there’s only him until I can breathe again.
He pulls back, kneeling and looking down at me. I gasp for air, vision blurry, ears ringing. My head’s like cotton wool and I’m floating ten inches above my satisfied flesh.
“You’ll hate me when this is over.” He slides his pussy-drenched fingers into his mouth and sucks. “And I’ll hate myself too for letting you.”
Prime leaves me on the floor. I watch the ceiling until the sweat on my skin cools, the spit on my nipples dries, and I can think clearly.
I’ve always known. At some level it’s hard to ignore how shady Prime is. But I’ve pushed that side because the money’s been good, the work’s satisfying, and the job helps take care of my parents.
Now it’s in my face. It’s in my bedroom.
I married a monster and I’ll have to find out how far I’m willing to go to get what I want.