Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I’ll just go with him for the night. I’ll deflower myself with his giant Viking cock and then escape back to Thom.
That’s the only way to make sure Wren stays safe.
Besides, I’ll need my medicine within forty-eight hours, or I could die.
The dark trees whip by my window. I twist to look over my shoulder, but Thom’s men are far behind. We may actually get away.
Speeding away from Lockepoint, I feel safer than I have in the ten years since my parents died.
–Were killed.
But just because I’m momentarily free of Thom and his dastardly schemes doesn’t mean the nightmare is over.
Still, it’s a momentary reprieve.
With an extremely hot Viking who literally carried me off over his shoulder. It was remarkably similar to the fantasy I had of him carrying me off to the beach.
It’s both exhilarating and terrifying to leave Thom’s property. I haven’t been off that plot of land since I tried to escape five years ago. That time, I broke into someone’s summer house down the road. I knew the neighbors never used their vacation homes. I holed up there overnight, trying to get through to Wren at her boarding school, but the nuns wouldn’t let me speak with her.
That was before I knew how dependent I was on the medicine. I passed out the next morning. Thom’s guards found me that afternoon and brought me back to Lockepoint. The doctor said I nearly died.
“While I absolutely love that taking your virginity is on the table, that’s not why I claimed you. Er–grabbed you. Whatever.” His eyes glow with some strange trick of the light.
God, he’s gorgeous. His hair seems longer than it did last night, almost like it grew to fit my fantasy. Being in this small space with him is doing crazy things to my body. There’s a slow thrum between my legs that grows more insistent with each moment.
“I sort of prefer the term claim.”
His brows pop, and he chokes a little. “What?”
“Yeah, it goes with your marauding Viking vibe.”
His lips twitch. “My what?”
“Listen–this is my fantasy. I get to control the narrative of my deflowering.”
“Absolutely.” The word rockets out of his mouth. “Absolutely, you do.” His cock is thick and fat along one leg. I’m tempted to reach out and touch it through his pants.
“I will” –he clears his throat– “be your marauding Viking, if that’s how you want me. But, like I said, that’s not what this was about.”
All I can think about is sex–what it will be like with Darius. Will he be on top? Take me from behind? Or should I control the whole scene and straddle his waist for my very first time?
But his words finally sink in. “What is this about, then?” But as soon as I say it, I realize I don’t want to know.
I managed to get away from Lockepoint, at least for the night.
I’m going to have sex for the first time with this beautiful stranger.
I don’t want to think about all the rest of the ugliness of my ugly life. I reach out and put my fingers on his luscious lips. “No wait.” I stop him from speaking. “Don’t tell me. Can I just have this fantasy? Just for tonight?”
He parts his lips, and I feel the golden stubble around them as he takes my fingertips into his mouth and sucks.
Fingers aren’t erotic. At least, I wouldn’t have thought they were. But I feel an answering tug between my legs, as if my fingertips and quim are linked.
A soft moan comes from my lips. My sex gets slick. I wish I had panties on because I fear my arousal will get all over the seat of the car.
“You want me to play Viking for you tonight?” Darius’ voice is rough.
When I take my hand away, he catches my wrist and holds it.
“Is this the medication talking?” He tugs my fingers back to his mouth and nibbles on my knuckles.
“No! Definitely not. This is me controlling my own destiny. I get to choose who I give my virginity to, and I choose you.”
He takes my index finger into his mouth and sucks, his tongue swirling around it.
I cry out. My nipples are hard points, my breasts feel heavy. My God–I might come from finger-sucking alone.
“You choose me to take your virginity?” His voice is an octave lower than before, which seems impossible since he was already a baritone. Something about the light in the car makes his eyes look golden. “A guy you don’t even know?”
He seems to be at war with himself because at the same time he argues with me, he slides my hand down his muscled body until it reaches the tree trunk that makes up his thigh. From there, I know where he’s headed. It’s where I wanted to go. I slide my palm over the thick outline of his cock, marveling at how hard and long it is.