Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“You feel so good, Lola,” he groaned, rocking into me.
His other hand slipped down and reached between my legs. He began to play with my pussy, adding a finger and then withdrawing to rub my arousal on my clit. Pain and pleasure gradually began to mix, my entire body trembling as it became trapped in some fucked-up torment between the two.
“Alex,” I cried out as my legs began to shake.
He released his hold on my hair to grab my throat, forcing me to maintain my posture as he cut off my air flow. It didn’t take long for dots to begin dancing across my tear-filled vision. I gripped his wrist and dug my nails in as hard as I could, unable to speak and demand he let go.
He eased up enough for me to suck in a breath, and then began to squeeze again. He repeated this until I was too lightheaded to stand. My entire body felt as if it were floating.
“Come for me, deliciae,” he demanded, sounding far away. The pressure on my clit increased and he fucked me harder. My pussy contracted and my ass clamped around him as pressure built inside me. “Come,” he ordered again, his voice cold.
I couldn’t make a sound when my climax hit, sending a wave of heated bliss spiraling through me and momentarily blacking out my vision. Alexander kept going until he found his own release, holding my body against his.
He came with a low grunt and remained inside me for what felt like hours before he slowly pulled out of my ass. I shuddered and slouched down onto the table, another sob catching in my throat. What the hell had just happened? I could feel him dripping out of me.
With a tenderness that belied what he’d just done, he gingerly turned me back around.
I glanced down and wished I hadn’t. There was blood smeared all over his cock.
“I wasn’t planning on making you cry tonight,” he remarked almost playfully as he took my face in his hands. “Still beautiful as ever.” He leaned forward and stopped a tear with his lips. “Even when you cry.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Come here.” He lifted me up as if I were a doll and moved us away from the table. My back met the wall, and I used it to support myself.
“This is in the way.” With skilled fingers, he made quick work of my dress and bra. Goosepimples traveled across my flesh as it was exposed to the cool air. Alexander looked at my heels, and then at me with a glint in his eyes. “Those can stay.”
He kissed along my jaw, and then my neck, across my chest and down my body until he was on his knees.
His warm breath fanned across my clit, and I suddenly realized what he was doing.
“Alex,” I protested feebly, my throat raw and aching.
“Did you think we were done?” He lifted my thigh with his name carved onto it and draped it over one shoulder. He kissed it lightly and then brought my pussy flush with his mouth.
My eyes met his, searching for some sign of leniency, some hint of the man who could be gentle and caring beneath the dominating exterior. But all I found was the unwavering certainty of a man who knew exactly what he wanted—and how to get it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Persistent ringing sliced through the silence.
I was a light sleeper, always attuned to the slightest disturbance, a habit honed over years of responsibility. I quietly slipped from the warmth of the bed to answer the call, careful not to disturb Lolita's peaceful slumber.
After we’d come upstairs, I’d shoved her against the door and eaten her pussy again until she was nearly sobbing from coming too much, then I dragged her into the shower and fucked her against the wall.
My dick ached and I had the permanent taste of her delectable pussy on my tongue.
It was more muscle memory at this point since I’d brushed and flossed, but as with a favorite food, some things couldn’t easily be forgotten.
It wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
Call me enthralled, fucking addicted. I couldn’t get enough of her. But she deserved to rest—at least for a little while. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, curling around me for comfort as her supple body trembled.
"Diabolus," the voice on the line greeted in a cautious tone. I immediately recognized which guard was calling from Carcerem. I glanced over at my Lolita and resisted the urge to touch her cheek. “Tell me the reason for your call.”
"I apologize for the hour, but we've brought in four tourists, one of them under the intake age."
I felt a flicker of irritation at whatever fool had broken Stygian’s rules. "Hold them," I instructed, my voice low and controlled. "I'll be there shortly."