Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
For long seconds, we just stared at each other, with me tipping my head back to look into his dark eyes. My breathing grew increasingly faster the longer he watched me. It was as if he could read me with that ice-cold stare.
“The wedding will start soon,” I whispered, knowing I needed to get away from him because he was the most dangerous thing I’d ever encountered. It only took this small, first meeting to prove that to me.
“I expected you to be an ugly fucking hag,” he finally said and lifted his hand.
I winced, expecting a hit. My father gave me plenty throughout my life that the instinct to shield myself came out before I could stop it.
He paused but showed no emotion or reaction to me flinching.
The gruff sound he made came a second before he snagged a lock of my hair and twirled it around his finger. He tugged on it hard enough my head tipped to the side from the force, and a gasp left me. His smile was slow and lazy, and then he was pressing his full body to mine.
“But… surprisingly… I approve.” He said that last word with this little purr in his voice. “Let’s see what else I approve of.” Those words were deeply and gruffly spoken at the same time he let go of my hair then grabbed and pulled up the bottom of my wedding gown.
On instinct, I reached down, trying to push it back into place. This was wrong not only because of how fast things were going and how he was going to take something from me I wasn’t willing to give but also because he was my first cousin.
And although these types of arrangements weren’t uncommon in our world, the fact I’d be sexually intimate with a family member didn’t sit well with me.
He tsked and pushed my hand away. “Keep those pretty little hands up. You won’t fucking deny me a damn thing, Nina.”
The way he said my name, how it rolled off his tongue with that thick accent, was almost hypnotic.
And then he had the skirt of my gown shoved up to my waist, my tiny, white lace panties moved to the side. I gasped as his fingers spread over my bare pussy.
“Mmm. I love a good bare, soft cunt. I won’t even have to hold you down and wax your pussy. Auntie made sure you were a good girl and did it for me.”
The pressure from his hand had me rising on my toes, the heels of my stilettos coming off the floor.
Antonio had his mouth by my ear as he whispered, “I need to feel how warm and silky my cousin’s snatch is before I marry you. I need to know what my cock will feel when I pop that cherry and make you bleed.”
I opened my mouth and whispered, “No. Stop.”
He chuckled. “You don’t tell me no, little girl. You’ll be mine in every way soon enough.”
He kept his gaze locked on mine as he dragged his fingers up and down my pussy. I wasn’t wet. My body was too scared and confused about what was happening to feel anything more than an intense need to shield myself.
I’d never even been alone in a room with a man before, let alone touched so intimately. But Antonio was right. I was his to do with as he pleased, when he pleased. By the rules of our world, I was his property. I was to never turn him down, never say no. And I’d broken that rule already.
He pulled his hand back and held it up between us. Showing no emotion, he spit on his fingers, his saliva thick as it slid down his fingers all the way to his wrist. And I knew why he’d done it, knew what he planned.
At first, his touch was light. And as the seconds ticked by, I felt my body marginally relax.
But there was this shift in his eyes when he saw that subtle change in me, in the way I wasn’t as tense, how my breathing wasn’t as rapid. It was like the predator had been waiting for his prey to lower its survival instinct.
His smile was slow as he added more pressure. And more. And more. Until he was massaging my clit and drawing unwelcome pleasure from me.
This was wrong. I didn’t want to feel these things from this man. It was too fast. I was too innocent and inexperienced in anything related to intimate touching.
“I just can’t help myself, darling cousin,” he grumbled, and I turned my head and squeezed my eyes shut.
I hated that my body was reacting to his touch. I hated myself because of it.
When I felt his fingers lightly probe my opening, I snapped my eyes open and turned my head to stare at the center of his chest. I knew I must’ve looked shocked, like a deer caught in headlights before the vehicle slammed into it.