Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“A bit of both,” I answer truthfully.
“The ink all holds meaning. Do you want to know what they stand for?” I nod and watch him as he points to the large one on his chest. “This is my grandfather’s symbol, my father’s, and now mine. You know who we are, I know you do. You play the whore role, but I see it in your eyes that something else is there.”
I don’t answer, it’s best not to.
He moves away from the large crest and smirks when he gets to a woman’s face. “This was my mother. I killed her with my bare hands. She was such a beautiful woman, wasn’t she?” My eyes go wide at his words. “Oh, yes, I can see by that crinkled forehead that you didn’t expect that.” He drops a knee between my feet and looks at me. “You let a snake wrap around you and expect to not be eaten?” he asks, leaning his head to the side.
What have I gotten myself into? Jesus! Fuck.
“I see shock in your eyes, Isadora. Is it the snake comment?”
“How did you know?”
“You whispered it when I pulled away from our kiss, I bet you didn’t even know.”
I didn’t. I’m positive I thought it, but never uttered the words.
His hand touches my face and he strokes my cheek. “What do you want, Isadora?” His fingers leave my face, and he slides them between us until he cups my sex. “I want a lot of things, but in this life, I am a patient man.” He leans down and kisses my lips. “Now tell me, Isadora, what is it that you want? Is it my tongue between your legs?” I nod my head as he moves my G-string to the side. “Words Isadora, I like words.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He slides down kissing my stomach as he goes, until he reaches the top of my G-string. He slides it down, and I lift to accommodate him, as he pulls it off my body with a sly smile.
“How many girls do you bring here?” I ask while watching his every move.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He winks then drops his head between my legs, the first swipe has me dropping my head back, and my hands gripping onto the belt holding me in place. The second stroke of his tongue has me yearning for more, much more.
I start to squirm, I can’t help it. The way he moves and touches me with his tongue is something I’ve never experienced before. Only two guys have gone down on me, and neither of them made me feel this way. He hits all the right spots, and when he does my grip becomes a little tighter to hopefully help stop the moan that wants to leave my mouth.
When I start thrusting my hips, he holds me in place so I can’t move, and it’s damn torture. So much fucking torture. But the best kind.
He slips in a finger while his tongue works magic on my clit, and when he does, he pushes in hard making me want to meet him thrust for thrust. His tongue drops from my clit to where his fingers are and he licks around, then back up. It’s only moments after that my breathing becomes heavy and I feel myself building.
My pussy starts to clench, and my hands grip to the point that when I look back at them they’re red from holding on so tightly.
“Fuckkk,” is all that manages to leave my mouth.
Jasper keeps pushing in, his tongue not stopping its dance on my sensitive clit as he fucks me with his mouth.
I’m one of the lucky girls who can come through vaginal penetration, but clit stimulation is something else and fuck me, Jasper sure as shit knows what he’s doing.
Pity, I have to kill him.
He would be good to keep around.
I like him.
But secretly, I detest him and what he stands for, and more than that, he has no idea.
I want him dead, but I also want him between my legs.
He’s playing a war with my body and my mind. What will win?
Jasper pulls away when my body is spent. My breathing slows, and my lip is now sore from biting it to keep myself from screaming.
I have a filthy mouth when I come, every possible expletive leaves my mouth, and I’m proud of myself tonight that I didn’t let that happen.
Jasper sits up still dressed in his trousers as he looks down at me. “You taste as sweet as I imagined.” He licks his fingers while smirking at me. I watch him, my breathing slowly coming back to normal and I pull on the restraints.
“Oh yes, that… I don’t like to be touched.” Jasper gets up and when he does I see his back. It’s full of scars. Every inch of his back is red with raised scars, some are old, but there’s also some new ones.