Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Hard and soft. Dark and light. We were a contradiction in every way.
I ran my fingertips along his back, my fingernails raking over his muscles.
“You know, Princess, on the worst days, I hated you for making me love you.” He kissed me slowly and with a tenderness I'd forgotten he possessed.
“Same, Brooks. Same. Now take me to bed. We have court in”—I glanced across the room at the clock on the wall—“six hours.”
“Baby, I might be in jail soon. I’m not wasting a moment.”
My eyes roamed down his body, and his cock was hard again. “How is that even possible?”
“I’ve been starving for five years, Princess. I plan on fucking you until I’m full.”
He held me close, our bodies still locked together, as he carried me to the kitchen. He placed me on the counter as his eyes roamed the counters. A seductive smirk formed on his lips.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
He walked to the counter. “Like what?”
The water ran, and he rinsed the butternut squash sitting on the counter. He turned to me, holding it in one hand with a bottle of olive oil in the other.
“You plan on cooking me dinner?”
“After I put this squash to full use.”
He placed the squash on the island in the middle of the kitchen, holding the olive oil in one hand. Gripping me by the throat, he dragged me toward him. His eyes flashed on my mouth before his lips were on mine. His kiss was aggressive, passionate, and all-consuming. It was a kiss given by a man who was drowning. A kiss given by a man obsessed.
“I’m going to fuck that asshole, Princess,” he whispered against my lips. “You trust me?”
My breaths came in jagged waves, intoxicated by his presence. I nodded.
“Use your words, Princess. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
With the force of his fingers on my throat, Elis turned me, pushing my head onto the marble island. His breath was hot on my ear as he softly kissed his way down my back to the top of my buttocks.
“What are you doing, Elis?”
“Open your mouth, Princess.”
My lips parted for him, and he inserted three fingers into my mouth. He moved slowly at first before increasing his rhythm until I gagged.
“You talk too much, Devlynn. Next time, I’m going to have to shove your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet. Open up your ass for me. Spread those cheeks nice and wide so Daddy can get a better look at his property.”
Without hesitation, my hands moved to my ass, and I did as I was told. Submitting to Elis was so natural as if that was what I was made for. His tactics were depraved, but I knew this man wouldn’t hurt me. I knew that even with our fucked up past, he’d lay his life down before he let anything happen to me.
Elis Brooks loved me. It might not be the love people read about in fairy tales because it was darker, deeper, and seeped into the bloodstream, contaminating the heart and mind in turbulent ways. But at the end of the day, it was love in its purest form. It was visceral and demanding. Volatile and all-consuming.
Elis spat into my ass, and my pussy gushed. It was the same the last time he did it. The act was depraved and dirty, and I shouldn’t have liked it as much as I did. I was raised in a world that was all illusion, and Elis was helping me break down the mirage around me through sex. I craved more like a junkie with a needle in her arm.
“Good girl, Devlynn.”
My body jolted as his tongue dipped into my anus. The whole thing was naughty and forbidden, and it threw me completely out of my comfort zone. I went to speak, but his fingers muffled my words. Instead of moving them to allow my voice, Elis inserted one more finger to make speech even more difficult.
“Is there any part of you that isn’t delicious, Princess? Even your ass tastes like heaven.”
I wanted to protest, but what he was doing felt so good. It was both titillating and relaxing.
Lick. “I love seeing you like this, Princess.” Lick. “You look like such a whore.” Lick. “My perfect slut.” Lick. “You ready to be my fuck toy, Princess?” Lick. “Don’t know why I asked that.” Lick. “Truth is, I’m going to use you like my fucking cum dump, and you’ll take all of it while begging for seconds.”
He stopped licking, and I instantly missed his tongue, desperate to have him back there. Until I felt the smooth liquid between my cheeks.
“Olive oil. You know what that’s for?”
My eyes widened as I stared at the squash. He couldn’t be serious. He wouldn’t shove that in my ass. The thing was huge.
He laughed, lifting the squash. “Relax, princess. I’m a sick fuck but not that sick”