Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
She quickly scurries to her knees, flushed in the face, her damp hair a tangled mess.
I remove the belt from my pants, and she swallows knowingly, expectantly.
“Do you think he would have fucked you like I do?” I ask, trying to restrain the bite in my tone. I fold the belt over.
“No,” she breaths out and has the good sense to add, “Because no one will ever fuck me the way you do.”
Ain’t that the truth. “You’ll do well to remember that. Now, get on all fours on the floor and crawl to me for your punishment.”
She swallows, glancing between me and the belt in my hand. But she does as she’s told, coming to a stop at my feet. She looks up at me through thick eyelashes, and I adjust my cock. Fuck me, she’s so perfect.
“What if I went on another date? Would you follow me again?” she daringly asks. My energy shifts dangerously. This woman continues to provoke me, even when she’s in the most vulnerable position.
“I would follow you, and I would watch,” I tell her as I trail a finger over her shoulder while I move so I’m positioned between the bed and her ass. She goes to look over her shoulder, but I snap a command. “Stay.”
She grumbles with complaint but remains still. If this little temptress wants to fuck with me and play games, then she’ll find out the consequence.
“And then I would kill him,” I say as I snap the belt on her ass. She yelps, and I’m quick to catch her so she doesn’t fall to the floor.
She’s breathing hard. Maybe this is the thing that will break her. Maybe this is what will push her to leave.
“Fuck me,” she says under her breath, blinking her eyes as if she’s been blinded.
I expect her to get up and leave. To never come back. To put an end to my fixation. But instead, I find myself dropping to my knees behind her. “Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing over the welt on her ass, practically salivating at the blemish on her perfectly smooth skin. I’m tarnishing her one bit at a time.
She looks over her shoulder, and I can tell she’s slightly confused. I’m confused, too.
But she bites her bottom lip and pushes her ass against my crotch.
“If you’re going to make me crawl, you might as well fuck me like an animal on this floor.”
A guttural sound comes from my throat, and it’s the last thread to my control snapping. I undo my pants frantically, needing to be inside her. My soaked clothes are sticking to my body, and I push my hair out of my eyes as I slam my cock into her wet pussy.
She grunts and curses as I pound into her. Her head lowers to the floor as she cries out, gasping and begging for more. Fuck me, the things this woman does to me.
“Turn around,” I order as I pull out of her and yank my jeans off completely. I sit on the carpet, my cock glistening with her juices. She turns and reaches for my dick, but I grab her by the throat and drag her up to hover over my lap.
I wrap the belt around my throat and tighten it at the front, then hand her the end. “I want you to milk my cock, Chaos. I want you to take all that pent-up rage and take it out on me. Curse me. Choke me. Own me.”
“I—” She seems lost for words as she stares into my eyes, realizing how deadly serious I am. I want her to take that hatred out on me. To feed my demons that tell me she’s only using me for my body. To punish me for tarnishing her beautiful skin. But I’m too selfish to step away, and I want to watch her come undone.
This woman is my undoing, and I’m handing her the reins.
Hopefully, the lack of airflow rewires my brain.
Or better yet, maybe she’ll walk out the door.
But instead, her perfectly manicured hands wrap around the belt, and she swallows.
“Will you kiss me if I do this?” she asks.
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Kiss her?
She doesn’t wait for my answer as she lowers her head to hover her lips over mine. My heart races abnormally, and I fucking hate the way it changes the energy around us. It’s not just animalistic. This little vixen somehow brings something out in me that I’m not used to. Tenderness. Connection. A need other than the physical. It’s completely opposite to what I’m trying to solidify between us.
Yet, I’m at her mercy, unable to deny her. I’d give it all to her—everything I have—whenever she asks. I’d do anything for her but I’m certain there will be a time when she doesn’t want me to, that she’ll see the darkness of what’s inside. So, I waste no time in giving in to her demand as I crush my lips to hers at the same time I slam her down onto my cock. She screams into my mouth, and I swallow the sound. Bite at her lips and overpower her with need as I devour every whimper and moan. This is who I am. She might try to make this into something sickly sweet but I’m anything but.