Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I smirk. “For you, maybe.”
“What’s it gonna take for you to cut me out of this chair?”
“I don’t trust you.”
Hurt flashes in his dark eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. “Message received, loud and clear, Savage.”
That lump returns in my throat, and I suddenly don’t feel so brave. “I’m not ready to die,” I tell him. “I don’t want you coming into my apartment to kill me.”
Hunter holds my stare, seeing straight through my insecurities, when his voice drops lower. “Baby, the only thing you’ll find me in your apartment for is to see you on your knees with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Shit. I wouldn’t mind seeing that either.
My brow arches, his words lighting a fire deep within my core, and the more I picture it, the hungrier I get.
Creeping toward him, I bring the kitchen knife up to my lips and gently brush it along the subtle curve. “These lips?” I murmur, holding that wicked stare.
Hunter nods, just as captivated as I am, watching every step I take toward him.
I know I’ve already scolded myself for screwing a psycho killer, but if I’ve already done it once, what’s it gonna hurt to do it again?
I move right into him, standing between his open knees, and as I take him in, I see the perfect outline of his cock straining through his pants, more than ready to go, and honestly, I appreciate that level of eagerness in a man.
I drop straight to my knees and look up at him, the knife still clutched firmly in my hand. “You want me on my knees like this?”
He nods again. “Just like that, Savage.”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, and I reach for the front of his pants, slowly popping the button before working the fly, and just as that beautiful cock stares back at me, firm, veiny, and ready, I gaze up at Hunter. “You try anything, and I swear, I’ll cut it off.”
His lips twist into a wicked smirk. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
I grin right back at him, suddenly feeling like the most dangerous woman on the planet. Pushing higher on my knees, I lean right into him, grasping that thick cock with my free hand, and as I slowly begin to pump my fist up and down, I keep my stare focused on Hunter.
His cocky grin slowly fades, replaced by pure pleasure, and as I lean in and finally close my mouth over his massive cock, I see the very moment he realizes that I hold every ounce of control.
His hands twitch on the armrests, and I grin as I take him deeper, my tongue rolling over his tip. His hips jolt beneath me, and as his eyes roll, I give him everything I’ve got. I pull out all the tricks, tormenting him with my tongue. Working him painfully slow before picking up my pace and watching him submit to my control with every passing second.
“Savage,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “Release me so I can fuck that pretty mouth.”
I shake my head and keep working him as he groans, hissing in sharp breaths through his teeth.
“Fuuuuck. You’re killing me.”
“Oh yeah?” I tease around his cock, hollowing out my cheeks as he watches the show, completely mesmerized.
My tongue flicks over his tip, and I feel his body tremble beneath my touch, and I don’t stop until he’s putty in my hands. He pulls at his bound wrists, desperate to grab me, to take my head and control my pace, needing me to ease up, but I’m relentless, and I take his cock in my mouth the same way he relentlessly fucked me only a few short hours before.
He hisses as he loses his grip on his control, the pleasure rocking through him the same way the hunger rocks through me. My hand moves with my mouth, squeezing tight as my grip pulses, my tongue working over those angry veins as I suck hard.
He’s at my complete and utter mercy, and I’ve never thrived on anything more.
“Savage.”
Pride swells through my chest, and I rock his world, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, until he can’t possibly take it anymore. And then as I take him right to the back of my throat, pushing past my gag reflexes, he comes apart, coming hard with a loud roar.
Hunter empties himself into the back of my throat, and I greedily swallow him down, taking every drop of cum he has to offer. Only when his body relaxes do I finally pull back and release him from my mouth.
His chest heaves with sharp breaths, and as I rest back on my heels, he simply stares at me as though he can’t believe that just happened. “Fuck,” he breathes, “and here I thought I was the killer.”