Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“It’s late,” he told me. “I don’t have time for disobedience. Punishment will be savage if it’s needed.”
I nodded, and he stepped back onto the landing, heading downstairs.
My legs felt like jelly as I followed him. I really did feel like the meek little servant he expected me to be.
He was in the kitchen when I joined him. My eyes were blinking against the harshness of the light as they focused on the man before me. Yeah, he was Lucian Morelli at his finest. He was beautiful enough to take my breath.
I didn’t want to ask him for anything just in case that provoked him to deny it. I forced myself to stand there, waiting and hoping.
As it turns out, the monster had at least a sliver of kindness in his bones.
He handed me a mineral water, and I gulped it down in one.
“Thanks,” I said, more bothered about basic necessities than the fact I was naked in some backwater kitchen in front of a man who wanted to kill me.
I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it was late. The monster actually looked tired, just a hint of jaded behind his eyes. I’d never imagined seeing the man before me tired. He always looked so immortal.
I found my voice.
“Guess something pretty urgent dragged you away,” I commented.
“None of your fucking business,” he said back, deadpan.
We had another minute of silence. Heavy.
I wondered what he was planning on doing to me. Whether he’d make the pain harsh and hard, or slow and sensual. Maybe both.
I wondered whether he would finally get round to taking my virginity, and whether it would be as good as my fantasies promised before he tore me apart.
Maybe tonight he would really kill me.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, with a sarcastic snarl.
“Guess you missed me,” I told him. “Since you raced back here in the depths of the early hours.”
“Missed your suffering,” he said.
He was lying to himself though. His eyes were telling the truth but his body wasn’t. I’d seen the way he’d been so relaxed as he handed my drink over, enjoying my pleasure as much as my pain.
I was cold enough that my nipples were hard. His stare almost heated them as he looked me up and down. My thighs clenched tight together. He noticed. He could see plenty.
“I’m bored and tired,” he told me. “Time for you to entertain me.”
I shrugged. “I’m bored and tired too. Maybe it’s time for you to entertain me right back.”
I was coming to know his evil smirk so well. It lit up the horny little girl in my heart.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll be entertained.”
He gestured through to the hallway, and I didn’t argue. I stepped on ahead of him, turning instinctively into the lounge.
I didn’t realize how close behind me he was until he pressed up against me and wrapped his arm around my neck.
“I want your pain, and I want it fast.”
I knew what was coming when he forced me down over the arm of the couch and took his belt from his pants. I didn’t need to look behind at him, I’d been in this position plenty of times before . . . waiting for the belt . . . the pain . . . the punishment.
I yelled out the hurt as the first lash landed, right across my ass cheeks.
He was skilled enough that he hit the same spot twice. Then three times. Then four.
I was skilled enough at taking it that my skin began to burn in the most amazing of ways, hips rocking as the pain morphed and turned into the strangest of pleasures.
Release.
It was release.
“This is your punishment for being a disrespectful little bitch earlier,” he told me, and I didn’t protest, just took it. “You’re going to have to learn to watch that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Five. Six. Seven.
I was gasping, crying out with every lash.
Eight. Nine. Ten.
Tingling.
Eleven. Twelve.
Hurting.
Yes. I was hurting.
I wanted to be hurting.
I needed to be hurting.
I was still rocking from the pain when Lucian Morelli’s thumb plunged deep inside my asshole, so dry and so tight it fucking hurt like hell as I cried out all over again. He circled it, hard. He fucked me with it, rough enough that I fucking whimpered.
He replaced the belt with his palm, slapping me fast. The slaps were loud in the room, masking my squeals.
I felt like his slave now.
I was his slave now.
My breaths were gasping when he twisted me over and forced me onto my knees. His dick was waiting, my mouth was open.
I sucked Lucian Morelli’s cock like a trained little slut, staring up at him with wide eyes as he forced his way deep. He choked me, and I took it like a good girl. He made me retch over and over, but it didn’t stop me sucking him.