Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Sebastian pulls me from the wall by the throat and shoves me forward. I squeal as I land on solid ground with a thud.
I try to crawl away, but he grabs me by the ankle and drags me back. My aching nipples tighten as they rub against the floor. I dig my nails into what feels like wood, but I don’t get away and only manage to break a few. No matter how much I fight, I’m no match for his savage strength.
It’s different from before. He used to feel emotionally closer then, like he might stop any second. But now, he’s a true monster with no Off button.
Except for maybe the safe word.
But that’s not what’s pulsing in my head with increasing speed. At the moment, all I want is him.
Just more of him.
Of this.
Of us.
Or what remained of us.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He yanks down my panties, despite my flailing. Then his chest covers my slick back.
The hard ridges of his muscles are damp with sweat, too. We’re both breathing harshly, my breaths more shattered than his.
I’m sprawled on the ground, completely naked, being crushed down by Sebastian’s weight. I attempt to slip from underneath him, but he shoves my face into the wood with his merciless grip on the back of my neck. His weight eases off me and he slips a hand against my stomach, then pushes me up so that I’m on my shaky elbows, my cheek still pressed to the ground.
He’s always handled me unapologetically and without second thoughts, never treated me like someone breakable and fragile.
He’s treated me like a man taking from a woman, knowing full well she wants him to.
That hasn’t changed, even after seven years. In fact, he’s become even more unapologetic about his claiming. Circumstances be damned.
Something hard nudges against my ass and I pause, my heart hammering.
I never thought I’d ever feel his desire again.
To know that he wants me as desperately as I want him.
Even if he wants to punish me for it first.
Sebastian grabs a fistful of my hair and hauls me to my knees. I shriek when pain explodes at the roots along my skull.
His dark silhouette appears in front of me as he grips his hard cock with one hand and tightens his hold around my hair with the other.
My pupils must be dilating with how much my needy eyes try to take in as much of him as possible.
Sebastian slaps my mouth with his dick, ripping a strange strangled sound out of me.
“Open that fucking mouth.”
My lips part and my tongue tentatively sticks out. He thrusts all the way in and uses his grip on my hair to forbid me from moving.
My gag reflex kicks in and I slap at his thighs, my broken nails digging in his thighs so he’d give me some air.
He doesn’t.
Sebastian chokes me with his huge cock until my lungs burn and my eyes sting. A hollow sputtering sound tears from my throat and my spit douses his thickness and my chin.
“That’s it, slut. Make my dick nice and wet so I will fuck your cunt so hard, you’ll be dripping with my cum.”
I whimper, but the sound is barely audible. He pulls out, then thrust back in, deeper, rougher. I gurgle on my own drool.
“Hmm. Hear that? That’s the sound of you choking on my dick like the dirty slut you are.”
Just when I think he’ll suffocate me to death, he pulls back. I splutter, coughing and tasting the distinctive saltiness of his precum.
He only allows me a fraction of a second, or what feels like it, before he pounds in again, hitting the back of my throat.
Sebastian has my hair in a vice grip as he thrusts his hips with increasing force. There’s no catching my breath—or air at all.
The maddening rhythm of in, out, deeper, rougher repeats over and over again in a twisted dance of dominance.
The small rush of oxygen after the lack of it leaves me lightheaded and levitating. My core tingles and my heart aches and I have no idea if it’s because of this situation or because I haven’t had this for such a long time.
Sebastian pulls out of my mouth and wrenches my hair back at the same time. I cry out as I lose balance and fall backward, hitting the ground.
He’s on me in no time, his hand parting my thighs and his thumb finding my clit, twisting and rubbing.
A muffled cry echoes in the air and I realize it’s mine as the orgasm hits me.
I come in a few seconds. Just like that. He didn’t even try hard and I’m already riding a wave I didn’t think I’d experience again.
“Such a dirty slut.” The lust and satisfaction in his voice is my aphrodisiac.
I keep coming and coming until I think I’ll black out.