Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
As expected, she gasped, mouth gaping and features twisted in fury. “You arrogant son of a—”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you. I’ll fuck you so completely that shit on your face will smear and drip off. You’ll lose the fake eyelashes like the piercing in your lip. I’m going to fuck you until there are holes in your stockings, tangles in your hair, and bite marks marring those creamy tits. I’m going to ravage you, ruin you, and I’ll do it all while my hands are still bound in rope.”
She sucked in sharply, nostrils flaring, and smoothed her palms down her short skirt.
Oh, yeah, she was pissed and trying so hard to keep it in check.
Hiding his smile, he waited for it, for her wrath, her passion, and the complete erosion of her composure.
She didn’t disappoint.
“You really think because you’re a strong, virile man…” She charged toward him, sauntering in her exquisite rage. “That I must surely be dripping down my legs? And that because I’m a woman, I must be quivering in fear of my sexual desires? That this is about me stifling my urges rather than taking matters into my own hands? That’s the conclusion you’re drawing?”
Blood surged to his cock, his balls tightening with every seething word, every assertive step she made in his direction. He held still, his chin tilted up. But he couldn’t school his breathing. His lungs danced, heaving enthusiastically in the hellfire of her unholy glare.
“And that because you’re a man…” She climbed onto his naked lap, straddling him with her weight on her knees. “It must be you who does the fucking?”
That word, rasped on her tongue, made him outrageously, painfully hard. He would have to tread with care if he were to last until the end of this.
“You think I should swallow my perceived fear and beg you to ravage me?” She reached between them, wrapped a hand around his cock, and viciously, angrily stroked him. “Do I look scared to you, Cole? Do I look infatuated with your superior manliness? Hmm?”
She yanked hard on his cock, wrenching a grunt from his throat. Her vicious tugging grew meaner, rougher, aggressively working him into a lather.
He pressed his lips together to trap his groans, unleashing ragged exhales through his nose. His muscles contracted, hardening and heating as he fought the onslaught of pleasure and pain.
Her eyes stayed with him, blazing with censure as she lowered herself, lower, closer, until the wet silk between her legs pushed against the crown of his erection, still held cruelly in her fist.
Trapped in the restraints, he couldn’t stop her. Not that he would. With a few taunting words, he’d deliberately goaded her into running back and finishing this.
But the position made him uncomfortable, his need for dominance burning violently through his body. He craved control and fought the compulsion to aim himself and quest about until he impaled her.
He had to let her do this, let her believe she held the reins. If she suspected otherwise, he would be back in that cell at once.
She regarded him as if searching for subterfuge. Of course, she knew it was there. But she would ignore it. She wanted this too badly.
Do it, he commanded with his eyes.
Her fingers drove under the barrier of her underwear, shoving the crotch aside. He couldn’t see beneath the skirt, but he felt her spreading the soft flesh of her cunt. While her hand was moving, she lifted a knee, squatting over him in a more dominant position, and met his eyes.
He held his breath. She seemed to be holding hers. Then she pounded down hard, plunging the full length of him into soaking wet paradise.
Scalding hot.
Inconceivably tight.
Blinding rapture.
Holy God in heaven, he was inside her, inside a woman for the first time in seven years. He didn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
He’d forgotten what it felt like. Over the years, he’d recalled the sensations, the incomparable ecstasy of a pussy sucking and gripping his cock. But his recollections paled by comparison. Nothing in memory had ever felt this goddamn magnificent.
Then she moved, ripping the air from his lungs. Her hips caught a diabolical rhythm, circling, grinding, and flattening him to the pallets. Her hands anchored against his palms, pressing his tethered arms to the wood slats on either side of his head.
He squeezed her clenched fists, and a scalding noise rose from her chest. He couldn’t help it. He groaned with her, throwing his head back while watching her from beneath heavy eyelids.
She was the most wickedly erotic creature he had ever encountered, her thick, spiral-curling red hair tangling around a voluptuous rack and clinging to a heart-shaped face dominated by the scornful eyes of a femme fatale.
Her cheeks flushed with the exertion of her thrusts, her complexion smooth and pale as cream. She was as petite and light as a flower, but there was nothing fragile about her. She slammed down on his shaft with venom, every ram of her hips meant to punish not reward, her fingers stabbing into his hands, her face streaked with contempt.