Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
I knew what I was. A fake person, an expendable plastic doll that knew how to fuck but not how to cuddle. Who knew how to kill but not how to have a friend. The self-loathing boiled up inside and with it, the guilt. The only real thing in my life had been Lev. And the only thing that mattered was killing Maravić. To do that, I had to get away.
I centered myself and found my balance. And when Colton ran at me again, I took two running steps towards him, grabbed his arms and boosted myself up into the air, swinging myself up onto his shoulders. Then I scissored my thighs around his throat and clung on.
At first, he just swatted angrily at me. Then he began to move, leaning left and right and stumbling around, trying to throw me off. But I was gripping with my thighs like a cowboy on a bronco. And now I started to squeeze.
His face began to turn red. He twisted and shook, snorting like a bull, his face contorted with fury. He began to hammer on my legs with his fists but the angle was too awkward: he didn’t have any power. When he started to stagger, I knew the world must be getting dim for him and I watched his face carefully: I wanted to make him pass out, not die.
His legs buckled and he fell. I twisted around at the last second so that I didn’t wind up underneath him.
We hit the ground and…
I swallowed. We’d landed with him on his back and me facing him, my thighs scissored around his throat and his gorgeous face glaring up at me from between my legs. I was pretty much sitting on his face and the feeling made me go trembly. And I couldn’t afford to go trembly because he was still thrashing and kicking, tipping this way and that, trying to throw me off. The sheer size and strength of him was terrifying: if I made one mistake, if I loosened my hold at all, he’d overpower me in a heartbeat. Focus!
But it was hard. His lips were less than an inch from my groin and every time he panted for air, the hot little blast went straight through the thin fabric of my pants and soaked into my pussy. “Don’t fight it,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Go to sleep.”
His face was beet red, now, and he was angrier than I’d ever seen him. I locked my ankles together and squeezed harder. “It’s alright,” I whispered. “Just sleep.”
His eyelids fluttered and he trembled. His thrashing became weaker. I began to relax.
Rule one: never relax.
He suddenly heaved and rolled us over. Now I was on my back and he was on top, his head still between my legs. I desperately squeezed and the hardness of his chin ground against the soft lips of my pussy. Silver-edged pleasure earthquaked out from the contact and I had to fight to keep my mind clear. “Go to sleep!” I grunted through gritted teeth. “Please go to sleep!”
Maybe he shook his head in answer. Maybe he was just thrashing around. But the result was that his lips rubbed back and forth across my pussy and it was impossible not to arch my spine and bite my lip. And then, suddenly, one big hand came up and grabbed hold of my left knee.
I squeezed desperately, even though that meant drawing him harder against me. His lips ground against the sensitive bud of my clit. Oh Jesus.
His other hand came up and grabbed my right knee. I drew in a shaky breath, panicked, and then—
He pushed.
No no no no no! I clamped my legs hard together. But the massive, tan globes of his biceps bunched and I felt my legs begin to open. Oh, God, he’s strong! I groaned and strained but it felt like there was a tow truck attached to each thigh, hauling them outwards. My legs shook...and began to weaken. I felt space open up between my thighs and his neck. No no no!
He drew in a long, long breath, sucking in all the air he’d been missing, and I felt tiny as I saw that huge chest fill. Then he pushed again and my legs opened more. I gave it everything I had and, for a moment, I managed to resist. Then my muscles gave in and he spread my trembling thighs wide.
Right at my core, underneath all the layers of ice, I felt that tremor again.
He lifted his head from between my legs and glared at me. His color was gradually returning to normal but his face was like thunder.
He got his left leg on top of mine and pressed, pinning it there. Then he did the same with my right leg. Then, very slowly and deliberately, he moved up my body, hunkering down over me.