Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I swallow the lump in my throat and try to stay still. “Do you want me to take care of it for you?”
He shakes his head and winces as my knee catches the waistband of his underwear. No doubt the fabric feels like sandpaper right now. I use my free hand to rip down the edge of his boxer briefs, freeing his cock between us. He hisses a slow breath, and it feels hot against my palm.
“Better?”
One curt nod is all he gives me.
God, how did we end up in this position? Him a drugged prisoner, and me straddling his lap so wet I can barely keep still.
He leans forward until our foreheads are almost touching, and the back of my hand is pressed against my lips. “I can smell you,” he whispers against my skin.
Fucking hell. No. It’s not right to be turned on now. Not while this isn’t his choice. He shifts this time, sliding himself along my center. I lean forward, almost falling into his chest completely under the sensual assault.
He does it again but then stops. I freeze over him, absolutely not thinking about riding his cock into oblivion to give us both relief.
“Fist me with your hand, but you don’t get off. You still don’t deserve my cock.” The words are garbled behind my hold, but I still catch them all.
I grab him tight in my free hand and pump him a few times, getting a feel for how he likes to be touched. Hard, rough, just as I suspected. I grip him tighter and clench my thighs around his so I don’t rub against him more than necessary.
I go to move my hand and use both of them, but he shakes his head. So I clamp my hand against his mouth tighter, and he curses in muffled abandon as I keep jerking him off. I’m so wet that I’m sure he could see it on my leggings if the room wasn’t so dark. I want to lift up and slide him inside me, take him deep enough that it hurts, and let him have his way with my body.
Of course, I don’t. I’ll respect his wishes, but fucking hell, I need him inside me like I need to breathe.
He lifts his hips to meet my hand now. “Faster.”
I oblige, shifting to get a better grip even though it’s not my dominant hand. It only takes another minute until he’s groaning, his hot cum pouring over my knuckles and legs. Shit. I didn’t think this part through.
I let him go and carefully move my fingers to take off my shirt, then the sports bra underneath. Quickly, I use the bra to clean us both up and tug my shirt back over my head.
Once I’m done, I glance up, but he’s on me, his teeth in the side of my neck so hard if I move, he’d rip skin. I shudder under the primal bite until he releases me and leans back, his eyes closed. “Get the fuck out.”
10
IVAN
No telling how long they’ve kept me locked up in this hellhole. I can feel the anger burning and eating its way through my sanity. Soon all they will find is the animal they believe me to be. It doesn’t matter, though. There isn’t a single person I don’t want to rip to shreds with my bare hands. Not a single person here doesn’t deserve the violence riding my mind and body.
I try to shift on the cold concrete; parts of me are numb and others I haven’t felt in hours. It would worry me more if I didn’t imagine what it might feel like to rip Priscilla’s father’s throat out with my teeth.
Priscilla hasn’t returned since I told her to leave me. I don’t blame her, and no matter what my cock thinks, I don’t trust her fragile body in my hands right now. If I had her under me, I’d fill every single one of her holes with my seed until she begged for mercy. Then I’d do it again just so she understands who owns her…who she owes.
If I get out of here, I’ll make sure she is very aware of the debt between us.
I close my eyes and try to imagine her soft soapy scent. Not the overly perfumed woman from the casino but the delicate woman in leggings who fucked me in her fist even as I growled at her. She was stronger than the woman I met that first night.
Sound comes from the hall. Voices and feet rushing by. It must be a day for a visit or a bath. I lean to sniff myself, but I can’t tell what’s my stench or the stench of the cell I’ve been stuck in for fuck knows how many days. They came in with a hose two days ago and washed me down before they sent Priscilla to follow.