Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
She bats her long, dark eyelashes at me before lightly punching my arm. “Murder isn’t funny.”
“Of course not. I’m not laughing at what happened to that poor woman. I find it interesting that you’re here with a man you hardly know but assume that all your male fans are potential murderers.”
Cash abruptly pulls away from me, a coy smile on her full lips. Her hand clasps the door. “Gunner, I reckon you’re absolutely right.”
“What are you doing, Cash?”
“I’ve made a terrible mistake. Being here in the middle of nowhere with a strange man. You can do all kinds of horrible things to me. I’m just a naïve little girl. A powerful man like you can take control of my body so easily. Take what you want and ignore all my cries for help.”
Oh, the little minx. Cash is deflecting conversation by offering me herself on a platter. If I were a stronger man, I could resist and force her to get naked without removing a single piece of clothing. But right now, my brain’s shut down, and I can only contemplate with my dick. So, instead of shutting down her little game, I do what any red-blooded man would do. I play along.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to run when confronted with a wild animal?”
She opens the car door and walks backward in the direction of the lush trees of the forest. “Yes. Back away slowly.”
“When I catch you, Sparrow, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to think straight for a week.”
She smiles. “Only a week? Well, that’s disappointing.”
“Hope you like red because that’s all you’ll see when you face the mirror and look at your skin.”
“Gotta catch me first!” she yells before disappearing into the woods.
Chapter 6
Cash
My body is on autopilot. My feet hit the forest floor like I’m running from a madman, and I feel alive. I’ve never fucked in the woods before. It’s always been a no-go with the label and Pete. The risk of someone following me and publicizing it all was too great. It probably still is, but I don’t care. Right now, all I can think about is how fucking fantastic it will be to get fucked like a piece of meat. Guess the location is fitting to be fucked like an animal.
I turn my head, but I don’t see Gunner behind me. Disappointment racks my mind. Perhaps he’s driven off. Guess I shouldn’t be so shocked. During our first genuine conversation, I told him I wanted him to pretend to rape me.
I fill my lungs with fresh air, walking among the pretty trees, when I hit a hard, warm body.
Gunner.
My heart accelerates from the rush of being near Gunner and the anticipation of what he’ll do to me.
Gunner steps up to me, closing the small space between us. He leans his head forward, his hot breath on the delicate part of my ear. He doesn’t say a word. The only sound from his lips is a visceral growl that sends a chill along my spine. I step back, and he moves forward.
“What do we have here? Hasn’t anyone told you that there are big bad wolves in the forest that would like nothing better than to eat little girls like you?”
My mouth goes dry, and my heart beats so fast that it’s in danger of jumping out of my chest. I’m unsure if I should fall on my knees and beg to suck Gunner’s cock or run and extend the game of cat and mouse.
I’ve had experience of being fucked roughly, but I don’t know how to do foreplay. The male prostitutes didn’t seem to have the same imagination as the females. But the words that fall from Gunner’s mouth may as well be a vibrator directly on my clit.
“I’m a little disappointed you’re not putting up much of a fight.” Gunner’s hand creeps behind my neck.
My eyes flutter shut as anticipation rises in my stomach of what this man will make me feel.
“Cat got your tongue, Sparrow?” Gunner fists my hair and yanks it back, forcing me to peer up at him. “Maybe we can loosen it up.”
I smirk at him before my fist connects with his stomach. Gunner abandons my hair and loses his footing for a moment as he stumbles back. Taking the opportunity, I run. For a moment, I worry if I’ve hurt him, then realize that’s the game he signed up for. Rough, no-holds-barred sex that will leave our bodies tired, battered, and bruised.
Gunner growls loudly from behind me. “When I catch you, Sparrow, I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast.”
I run, glad I wore sneakers instead of ballet flats. My body dances between the trees, avoiding low-hanging branches as I maneuver further away from Gunner. Laughter bubbles within me and bursts in waves at the sense of freedom. Who knew a little game of animalistic sex would allow me to breathe?