Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I swallow audibly as I stare at him blankly.
He grips my hands tighter, pulling me closer. “Then you’ll bend over in front of me and give yourself to me. And I’ll give you what you want. What you deserve. I’ll fuck you good and hard and flood you with my cum, baby. Again and again, no matter how much you tell me you’ve had enough.”
I shake my head, snapping back to reality. We are done here.
I try to pull my hand away from his, but his grip tightens. “Let go of my hand.”
“Then, when you’re good and bred, I’m going to fuck your ass. Fuck it real good. You’re going to be my pregnant butt slut.”
“Let go. Now. You have no sense of boundaries and I’ve had enough of this.”
He still refuses. “I thought you knew what you wanted. I thought you wanted a husband. Someone to be your master.”
“I want a husband, not a master.”
“They’re the same thing.”
“They aren’t, and you not understanding that is why I’m seeing myself out of here.”
What did I expect responding to such an insane ad?
I pull harder, but his grip is stronger. So strong that I’m moving him, but still not getting my hand back. “Let go or I’m going to scream and cause one hell of a scene. I don’t think you want that, buddy.”
“You wouldn’t. You like this. You want a man to do this to you. To treat you like this. To put you in your place. Or you wouldn’t have answered my ad.”
Holy shit. This guy is way past wanting some sort of kinky BDSM relationship. If it was that, it’d be consensual. Instead? I’m thinking this guy is probably a danger to society.
And right now? He’s a danger to me. “Let my hand go. Right now. Last warning.”
“Admit it. Admit you want me.”
I suck in the breath, ready to make that scene I promised.
“Let her go, pal,” a man’s firm voice commands, shoving my date hard enough that he has no choice but to obey him.
I look up at the stranger intervening in this situation. Clad in a business suit, he’s broad-shouldered with sandy blond hair. He’s far more handsome than this creep, even before I was aware of just how much of a creep this guy is.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Gary asks as he stands up. “This is a private matter. You shouldn’t be sticking your nose in it.”
“You made it my business when I heard you refuse the lady’s request for you to release her hand. Do you not see how distressed you’re making her?”
“That’s part of the fun.”
The big man grumbles. “I think you need to leave, buddy. I’m not far from throwing you through the window and forcing you to do so.”
He’s built enough that I’m sure he can make good on his threats, to be totally honest. And the intensity in his eyes lets me know that he’s perfectly willing to do it.
Gary knows when to cut and run, thankfully.
“Fucking cunt,” he seethes. “Just like the rest of them. I was a fool for thinking any woman could be better than the rest.”
He stands up, scornfully looks at me, and then at the stranger. There’s a bit of fear in his eyes, and that makes me smile. He then, thankfully, departs the coffee shop.
The stranger sits down in his place. “That was quite the thing I just witnessed. Are you okay, miss?”
“I’m fine, thank you. I half-expected something like this to happen.”
“Can I get you a drink? My treat. Anything off the menu.”
I laugh. “I’d love that.”
After a short jaunt over to the counter, we return to the table. He got a brewed coffee with a healthy dose of sugar, and I got basically a caffeine-infused milkshake. I could use something to remind me of the sweeter things in life after all that.
“So what happened there?” he asks as he sips his coffee. “A date gone wrong?”
“That was our first meeting. I answered his ad in the paper I work for, and it all fell apart pretty fast.”
“You said you expected this? Why?”
“The ad was about how he wanted a wife and he was sick of playing games.”
The stranger laughs. “You go looking for a husband in a place like that and I guess you can’t be surprised when you get the scum of the earth.”
“When you’re as desperate as I am, you’re willing to take the chance that your instincts might be wrong.”
He sighs. “What’s your name? I should have been more polite and asked for that first.”
“Olivia,” I say, smiling back at him. I like what I’m seeing of this guy. He’s handsome and charming, but something tells me I’ll scare him away now that I’ve stated my intentions. It’s a shame, because if I was still wasting time dating around, he’s the exact kind of guy I’d want a short-term relationship with at the very least.