Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
The tip of his rough finger skimmed my wet folds and I tried to keep my voice venomous as I hissed, “What, you’re going to fuck me better?”
“Something like that.”
“That won’t happen, because I hate you!”
“You keep telling yourself that, baby girl. Let me know how it works out for you.”
“Fuck you.”
That curse would have been a lot more effective if my hips weren’t chasing his light touch. Back and forth, back and forth, then a little rub around the outside of my clit, tugging the hood back a little to reveal my swollen nub.
I must be drugged, had to be, because my arousal was off the charts and way beyond what I’d ever felt with another man. I held my breath, straining when he spread my vaginal lips open like he usually did before he was about to feast on me. There was the barest whisper of heat over my folds and I gripped my hands hard enough that little darts of pain raced through me.
Then he pulled back, leaving me aching and open, ready to beg him but too stubborn to let a word past my clenched lips.
“Now that I have your attention,” he purred, “let’s talk about Fernando’s late-night visit to your room.”
I froze beneath him, then twitched when he pinched my clit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
In one smooth move, he was above me again, a shift of his hips rubbing his cock over my spread pussy, the ridge around his thick head hitting me just right. “Don’t lie to me, I don’t like it.”
“And…I…don’t like…”
My words trailed off as, with each pass of his hips, the tip of his erection pressed against my entrance, just enough to make me throb with need.
“Stop lying. Fernando confessed it to me, his newfound sense of guilt and morality working in my favor for once.”
“Please, don’t hurt him.”
Leo actually rolled his eyes at me, snapping me out of my growing panic. “I’m not going to hurt him. I know you think I’m some psychopath, but I’m not. I’m closer to a sociopath, but I don’t fit that profile either. I can form bonds, friendships, and love, but only with certain people. Fernando is one of those people, so I would never hurt him.”
Tears pooled in my eyes as the feeling of betrayal swept through me once more. “You brainwashed me.”
“I absolutely did.”
“When?”
“The night we met at Obsession. I brought you home and hypnotized you before I returned you to your apartment.”
“And drugged me.”
His tip pressed against me and he slid just the barest bit in, enough to stretch but not satisfy. “I did.”
“You made me love you!”
“I didn’t.”
“Don’t lie to me! Fernando said you did.”
“Fernando was talking out his ass. He has no idea what I said to you or how I influenced your thoughts, he only knows what he’s speculated, because I haven’t told anyone all of what went on, not even Judith.”
“He wasn’t there?”
“No one was there.”
“But he made it sound like he was.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Fernando is fighting some demons right now. Going on and off his meds, along with heavy drinking and depression, has fucked with his mind. He only thinks he knows what I said, based on what Judith wanted, but he has no idea. But one thing I’ve told him—I’ve told everyone, over and over again—is that I cannot make you love me.”
“Another lie.”
“Why? Because you do love me?”
“Of course I do, with everything I have,” I shouted into his face, “but it’s not real!”
With one growling thrust, he was in me, stretching me painfully, while all I could do was scream out in surprise as he pushed his way in. “It’s as real as my cock.”
My neck arched to the side and my shoulders hurt as I strained against my bonds, at once wanting to get closer and farther away. “I don’t want this.”
“Now who’s lying?”
Me. I was a big fat dirty liar with a big fat cock stuffed inside of her.
My inner walls squeezed down on him as I twitched and moaned, overwhelmed by sensation.
“Hannah, look at the TV.”
I ignored him, intent on moving my hips as much as I was able to so I could orgasm and start the blissful descent into subspace, where I would finally find some much-needed peace.
He leaned up and slapped my breast, the sting only adding to my pleasure.
Then he pulled out so, once again, only the tip of his dick was inside of me.
“More,” I snarled up at him.
“Not until you turn your head.”
When I did, all the fight drained out of me—because on the TV was a still image of me, in my little black dress, smiling up at Leo in an unfamiliar room.
A shudder ran through me, but this time it wasn’t desire, and I tightened painfully as he slid back fully inside of me.