Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
"Use your hand," I instruct, loosening my grip on her hair slightly. "Show me how well you know me."
Her hand comes up immediately, wrapping around the base while her mouth works the head. The combination is devastating—wet heat and tight pressure in perfect rhythm. She hollows her cheeks, sucking hard, then releases to lap at the slit with the tip of her tongue.
"Fuck," I groan, head falling back. My hips start moving of their own accord, shallow thrusts that she matches perfectly.
She knows exactly what she's doing. Seven months hasn't dulled this at all. If anything, she's better—more confident, more deliberate. Like she's been fantasizing about this, practicing in her mind.
The thought makes my balls tighten.
"I'm close," I warn her, voice rougher than I intended. "You want to swallow me, baby? Want to taste it?"
Before I finish the question, she lunges forward.
Takes me deep—so fucking deep I feel the head hit the back of her throat. Her eyes water instantly but she doesn't pull back. Just holds there, throat convulsing around me, and then swallows.
The orgasm hits like a physical blow.
I come hard, buried in her throat, my entire body going rigid as pleasure detonates through me. Wave after wave, each pulse filling her mouth while she struggles to take it all.
I pull out before she chokes—before the lack of air becomes dangerous—and the last few spurts hit her face. Her cheek. Her lips. One thick rope across her nose.
I'm laughing before I can stop myself. Genuine laughter, rough and breathless, as I look down at her kneeling there covered in my come.
She's smiling too. Actually smiling, despite everything. Despite the tears and the way she's gasping for breath.
Fucking perfect.
I drop to my knees, cupping her face in both hands—not caring about the mess, not caring about anything except getting my mouth on hers. I kiss her hard. Brutal. Claiming every inch of that mouth.
Then soft. Gentle. Reverent, almost.
Then everything in between—rough, and tender, and possessive, and worshipful all at once. My tongue traces her bottom lip, tasting myself there, and I don't give a single fuck.
When I finally pull back, she's looking at me with those wide hazel eyes. Vulnerable. Open. Everything I've been craving for seven months.
"I love you," I say.
The words come out easier than I expected. No hesitation. No calculation. Just the truth, simple and absolute.
Her breath catches.
I stand before she can respond. Tuck myself back in, button and zip my pants. The fabric settles around my hips, and I'm already moving toward the door.
"Caleb—"
"You know where to find me," I say without turning around. My hand finds the doorknob. "When you're ready."
I open the door.
Walk through.
Close it behind me with a soft click that sounds impossibly loud in the silence.
Then I'm in the hallway, walking toward the stairs, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.
I didn't lie.
I won't come back.
Not until she comes to me first.
The thought terrifies me more than anything I've ever done.
But she will come.
I've already made sure of it.
Chapter 13
Scarletta
The cost of being thoroughly fucked twice by two dominant men in the same day is a pussy so sore, I can still feel their phantom cocks inside me the next morning—which came after zero minutes of sleep.
And… I'm there again.
First with Ryan fucking me on that table set up between tripods that were definitely meant to film porn. Ankles strapped in to stirrups as he pounded me. The look on his face was… what?
Definitely pleasure.
But there was something more there.
Something almost boyish in the way he was discovering me.
Then Caleb. Psycho stalker sitting in the shadows like a freak.
How long was he waiting in my apartment? I have no idea. There's no security system in this place. I might need one though. If I want to keep him away.
Do… I want to keep him away?
Caleb is way more complicated than Ryan. Gym owner using clients to make porn? It's dark and nasty, but hundreds of levels above the sickness of being aroused by killing someone.
The look on Caleb's face that day in the maze as he tortured that man. It was pure, raw lust radiating from him. His cock was rock-hard the entire time.
I was too confused and terrified to fully process shit. My mind was scrambling, desperately trying to make sense of what the hell was happening.
Everything felt surreal.
But I saw his hard cock swinging between his legs like a fucking sausage. Was like… zeroed in on it.
And the way he came on the bloody body—I'll never forget that.
That final image will be burned into my brain forever.
That's not even the sickest thing, either.
I close my eyes, shaking my head as I try not to think about this. I don't want to think about this…
But… I was aroused too.
Oh, god.
There, I said it. I admitted it. The sight of Caleb killing that man after he hurt me. How hard he was. How hard he came. How his come spurted out like a fucking eruption.