Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Any one of those would be enough on their own, but all together…
“I’m not her,” I finally snap and give in to the urge, swinging for his face.
There’s something deeply satisfying about catching him off guard. My fist connects with his chin and his head jerks back.
It hurts like a bitch, but it doesn’t stop me from swinging again.
I no longer have surprise on my side, though.
He catches my next punch and shoves my arm down to the bed.
Still determined to cause him pain, I swing my left arm and manage to clip him with my knuckles.
“Goddammit,” he grunts and his weight comes down on me as he grabs my left arm and pins it.
I struggle against him, trying to free my arms, but his grip only tightens.
Unable to free myself so I can hit him again, I arch my back and shout in his face, “I’m not your fucking Allie! I’m not yours!”
“You are!” he growls back and rocks forward, burying himself even deeper as he smashes against my clit.
The air in my lungs bursts from my lips and sparks flash in front of my eyes as pleasure pulses through my body.
But as good as it feels, I’m still pissed at him.
Clenching my teeth together, I arch up again, inadvertently grinding myself against him and giving myself even more pleasure as I insist, “I’m not!”
His eyes light up with fury and he pulls his hips back, sliding almost completely out of me.
And my damn traitorous little pussy squeezes, trying to hold him in.
But then he slams forward, slams forward so hard he crushes me down to the mattress. “You are!”
God, it feels so good, feels so fucking good, I gasp in surprise.
Encouraged, or just dead set on punishing me, he yanks my arms over my head, pull his hips back, and slams into me again. “You’re my fucking woman!”
“I’m not,” I say weakly and toss my head back and forth as another burst of sensation overwhelms me.
Leaning down, he puts his face in front of my face and glares into my eyes as he starts to furiously pound into me.
“You are,” he rasps, voice strained from the effort of trying to pound me through the bed. “You’re my little Allie Cat who likes it when I fuck her hard.”
I want to deny it at first. I want to find the will, the breath, the strength to shout out I’m not.
I’m not her…
But as he fucks me so hard his balls slap against my ass, fucks me so hard he’s smashing against my clit over and over again, I can’t lie to him.
Or to myself.
I like it. I like it so fucking much I explode and get swept up in pure liquid bliss.
“Ah… fuck…” he chokes out as my walls clench and lock down on him, trying to milk every drop of pleasure I can from his cock.
His stroke falters for a second and then somehow, someway, he’s driving himself into me even faster and harder.
Before my first orgasm ebbs, another wave of pleasure washes over me and it’s so overwhelming, so damn intense, I’m honestly terrified I might die from it.
I’m about to beg him to stop trying to kill me when he finally slows, swelling up inside me.
Throwing back his head, he groans out, “Allie… Goddammit, Allie,” as his cock pulses and pumps me full of warmth.
For a few brief, wonderful moments I’m free of his clutches. That dark, hungry thing that grew inside me seems to be sated.
I collapse against the bed, spent. Hoping he got what he wanted and he’ll leave me alone now.
Then he drops his chin down and his cock twitches inside me.
His eyes lock on my eyes and his lips twist with a grin.
Releasing one of my wrists, he reaches down, slides his fingers through my hair and tugs, forcing me to arch my neck. “Five years, Allie. It’s been five long fucking years when you told me two weeks.”
The dark, hungry thing reawakens inside me and I glare up at him, pissed because somehow he’s turning me on again.
He gives my hair another tug and I almost moan as his gaze warms and fresh tingles spread across my skin. “You’ve got a lot of fuckin’ time to make up for in this bed.”
Chapter Eleven
Coy
It’s the sound of my door that snaps me awake. I’ve been a light sleeper for the last five years. You don’t get to be the President of the Royal Bastards Louisville Chapter without making a few enemies from the outside, and maybe a few within.
That telltale quiet unlatching of the door has my hand sliding away from Allie’s heavy tit to the gun that’s stashed in a small wooden alcove between the bed and the wall.
All the happiness I finally felt flood through my mind vanishes as I hear the door slowly open to the dark night inside the house.