Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
We’re back in the bedroom, where he throws me on the bed. I bounce, but before I can get my limbs under control and scramble away, he’s on me. I can sense the anger emanating from him, but he’s perfectly controlled as he pushes me down. He shoves my legs apart and lays on top of me, his full weight crushing me into the bed. And oh my goddess, it feels so good.
“Are you going to behave for me?” he asks.
I can barely wheeze from under his weight. “No.”
More growling. He lifts off me and flips me over, gripping my neck to shove my face into the pillow. I struggle and he lets me up enough so I can turn my head and breathe, but then he spanks my ass hard enough for tears to spring into my eyes.
Finally—finally!—he’s being rough with me. He’s been treating me like his possession but handling me with such care. And now he’s finally let himself off the chain.
It also helps that he’s not drugged tonight. His senses aren’t dulled. His movements aren’t slowed. He’s not feeling the heavy fatigue. He’s possessing all his faculties, and he is going to unleash every single one of them on me. I cannot wait!
He spreads my legs and checks between them. Fuck, he’s wearing the murder gloves again. And I’m so wet, his fingers glide right in.
“You little slut. You love this, don’t you?” He spanks me again, and I yelp. Then he thrusts his fingers deep. It pinches. The pain sizzles through my core, turning into something else. He finger fucks me like he hates me, and I love it. I want more.
He twists his fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it.
“Oh fuck,” I squeak, and he reaches around to hook the fingers of his free hand into my mouth. The black latex slides over my tongue. He adjusts the angle so he can hit the back of my throat. I gag. My throat closes around his fingers as my pussy does the same. Oh fuck—
“You’re going to come for me like this.”
I groan around his fingers. And then I do, like he’s got my clit on a chain and he tugs me into oblivion. I fall apart, held together only by his fingers in my pussy and my throat.
And then his fingers are pulled out, and I’m gasping for air. He’s moving, propping me into position on my hands and knees. And then he’s inside me. It hurts at first—more than I remember from Pandemonium. The stretch makes me whimper.
“Oh fuck,” I mumble. “Oh fuck me.”
“You want this?” He rams himself home. “You got it.”
He punches his cock into me, thrusting me toward the headboard. I cry out, tears leaking from my eyes. It hurts, but I’m so happy. Electricity is shooting through my body, and my limbs jerk, no longer my own. I’m so wet, my thighs are drenched. I’m soaking the bed.
He rocks me forward, and when I come again, falling limp to the bed, he pulls me up and plows his cock into me from down below. I look down to where I’m sitting on him and watch his dick saw in and out of my pussy. Hecate, help me.
“Oh fuck.” One orgasm rolls into another. And another. My eyes roll back into my head.
“That’s four,” he grunts. “We’re going for six, remember?”
What? Oh, right. Page 269. “Six for me or for you?”
“You first.”
“No, no, no–”
He sets his gloved hand around my neck and squeezes. “Yes.”
27
Bella
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I must have orgasmed so hard I passed out. When I come to, he’s wiping me down with a warm washcloth. He’s removed the gloves and the gas mask. He pats the washcloth over my pussy, checking for tears.
“Ow.” My inner muscles are sore.
“Page 269,” he says smugly.
Now I know what people mean when they say “he understands the assignment.” Kaiser understood the assignment. He could teach the course. He graduated magna cum laude. Emphasis on the cum.
There are small bruises on my skin where he gripped me, and I touch them in wonder.
“You okay?” He hovers over me, looking concerned. There are red marks on his face from the gas mask straps.
“I’m awesome.” I touch myself, checking for blood. “I thought I tore.”
“No blood.”
“Next time.”
He hums, swiping the washcloth over me.
I reach for him, and he stills when I touch his wrist. He doesn’t like me touching him, I’ve noticed that, but he’s letting me do it now. “I’m serious. I want it. I want you to make me bleed.”
His face is as stern as ever, but he has a smile in his eyes. “All in good time, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart?
“We have time. Remember? You’re going to be my wife.” I’m stunned, still caught up on the soft way he said sweetheart.
“We’re going to have years together. Years of me learning every part of your body.”