Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“It was then. Is it still?”
“Lanzo, are you asking me out right now?” I lean toward him, batting my eyelashes. “Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”
“Stop it.”
“You do. You want to hold my hand.”
“Disgusting.”
“You want to cuddle! I bet you want to take me out to a nice restaurant. Oh my god, do you want to introduce me to your parents?”
“My parents are dead,” he grumbles.
“Shit,” I say, feeling bad. “I didn’t mean—”
He grins at me. “Sucker.”
“Oh, you asshole, you can’t use the dead parents card like that.” I slap his arm, despite him driving.
“Well, you’re being a brat about this whole thing, so it felt fair.”
“Oh, no, don’t you dare call me a brat.”
“That’s how you’re acting. Should I pretend otherwise?”
I laugh sharply. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“Pay how? Go ahead, tell me how you’ll punish me.”
There’s an edge of hunger in his voice. An edge that sets my heart beating fast.
“It’s not so much what I’m going to do, but more what I’ll refuse to do.”
His eyebrows raise. “You think you can withhold sex?”
“I think you’ll end up begging on your hands and knees the second I refuse to touch you.”
His expression sharpens and he yanks the steering wheel to the side. I yelp in shock as the truck goes off-road, coming to a bumpy stop in a dusty, tree-rimmed section of the shoulder. It’s a pitch-black night, no other cars in sight, and not so much as a single star in the sky to cast a little light.
“What are you doing, maniac?” I say, my heart hammering.
He turns to me, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Testing you.”
“Don’t you dare.”
He comes toward me. I try to push him away, but he’s an immovable force. He clicks my seatbelt off, shoving it aside, then reaches down and punches the seat-back lever.
It goes nearly horizonal. I let out a wild laugh of shock. “Why the heck would it go back that far?”
He shoves me down. I try to scramble away, but he’s already kneeling on the floor in front of the passenger seat, sliding the seat back to give him more room. He grabs my ankle, yanking me, dragging me until he’s right between my legs, pinning my arms at my sides.
“You can’t just grab me like this,” I say through my teeth, absolutely loving it.
“If you want me to stop, say the word albatross.”
“What? Why? Because you’re an albatross around my neck? What are you—”
He kisses my throat. Gentler than normal, trying to be mindful of the bruising. “Because, lovely Ren, I need to know when you really want me to stop, or if you’re still playing the game.”
“Safe word?” I’m breathing hard now. His grip tightens.
“Exactly.”
Excitement blooms in my chest. A safe word. That gives me a sense of power—I could stop this any time I wanted.
It also gives me freedom. I can say whatever I want. I can beg him to stop, call him a bastard, scream in his face, but so long as I don’t use the safe word, he’ll keep on coming. Keep on giving me what I really want.
I struggle. Just to test it. And he responds by shove me back and yanking the hem of my dress up. I gasp, whimpering in excitement, trying to push it back down, but he pins my hands above my head with one massive palm, the other hand massaging my inner thighs as he kisses my throat and ear, moving down to my chest, following the neckline to my cleavage.
Then he bites hard.
“You motherfucker,” I gasp, arching my back as his fingers start to stroke my pussy. “That hurt.”
“Say the word,” he whispers, and when I don’t, he grabs my hip and turns me onto my belly, pinning one arm behind my back, hiking my dress up. I moan, arching my back, my pussy absolutely dripping at this point. It’s obscene, I know it’s crazy, and it feels so fucking good. “Say it if you want me to stop.”
He spanks me hard. I gasp, groaning. “How about you fuck off,” I whisper, teeth clenched against the pleasure. “You filthy bastard.”
He spanks me again, again, again. Three hard whacks. Then his fingers tease my pussy again. “Go on. Insult me some more. Find out what happens.”
“You’re a prick. You’re an asshole. I’d rather jump off a cliff than fuck you. I’d rather throw myself off a bridge—” He spanks me hard and I’m moaning, whimpering, as his rips my panties aside and starts to lick me from behind.
He releases my arm. I don’t fight. Why the hell would I fight? This feels too freaking good to stop. I grab onto the edge of the seat as he eats me from behind, devouring me like the rabid wolf I know he’s got locked inside his heart. His fingers slide up to tease my clit as his tongue pushes inside of me. It’s heady, insane, dirty and lovely. My ass stings from his spanks, and I want more.