Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Elis's joyless laugh echoed in the dark. He didn’t try to protect himself but let me go at him like a cornered cat. “Never thought I’d get hard from a chick hitting me.” Elis smirked as my nails clawed his skin. “I’ll tell you what, Princess. I’ll let you keep the same energy while I fuck you.”
He grabbed my arms and pinned me back. My body ached from the force of his as we crashed to the ground. He looked at me then, his eyes filled with so many emotions I couldn’t decipher.
“I fucking hate you,” I spat.
“Fuck me like you mean that. Fuck me like I’m the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen.”
“I don’t want you.”
His fingers dip into my center, coaxing away the lie I’d uttered. A moan escaped my lips, and my body succumbed to a touch I knew better than my own. I didn’t know how Elis made my body sing, but here he was after five years, a master handling his instrument like a damn aficionado.
“Your body will never say no to me.”
I landed a punch on his face, moving him off me. I climbed on top of him, my hands on his shoulders, my face directly in front of his.
“I’m okay with you being on top, Princess, if that’s what you want. But we both know you'd prefer it if I took you from behind, pulling your hair while calling you a good slut.”
Chapter 11
Elis
Fuck, she was so beautiful. Not attractive in the traditional sense, but fucking beautiful. So stunning that she could make the damn sun look dim.
I watched her chest heave at my words. Focusing on her perfect fucking tits and hard nipples through her thin shirt. I didn’t wait for her to respond, moving my mouth to her hardened peak and biting down. It wasn’t hard, but it had enough force to get her attention.
‘Elis!” she screamed.
If I could’ve gotten harder, I would have, as I heard her shout my name in agony.
My hands flew to her throat, her soft flesh so vulnerable to my touch. I squeezed as I glared up at her. Her eyes were wide with horror, but her hands remained limp by her sides. She made no attempt to move or attack me. There was an audible pop from my mouth as I abandoned her nipple. Keeping the pressure on her neck, I pushed her until she was underneath me.
I smirked as she arched her back while my free hand roamed her body, and I cupped her pussy. “Ever come while you’re struggling to breathe?”
Her body squirmed against me, the heat of her pussy calling to my cock like a siren as she shook her head no.
I moved down her body. Her pants weren’t zipped up, and I easily pulled them down, exposing her wet panties. Kissing around her mound, I moved toward her slit and inhaled. Intoxicating—that was the only way one could describe the scent of Devlynn’s pussy. Her legs shook slightly as my tongue swiped along her slit. Her ankles crossed as her thighs gripped my head holding me where she wanted me, basking in her cunt.
“Thought you weren’t into this, Princess.”
“Shut up,” she croaked, unable to speak properly with the pressure I placed on her delicate throat.
My hand connected to her pussy with a slap. Her body jolted and she moaned, her hips circling wildly. “Tut, tut, Devlynn. If you want to come, I suggest you show some manners.”
My index and middle finger held her delicate clit between them and pinched. I applied maximum pressure, wanting her to be confused and unsure if she was experiencing pain or pleasure. “You’re not the one giving the orders here. Look at you, Princess. Imagine if one of your socialite friends saw you now, looking like a desperate whore, with your legs around a low life, desperate for him to make you come any way he chooses.”
She gasped as I ripped her shirt open, exposing her lace bra. “I think we should give them a real show, don’t you think? Make sure they know whose cock you crave, so they know not to touch what’s mine.”
Her throat bobs against my hand. I lessen my hold to allow her the opportunity to speak. “I’m not yours. Fucking me on the ground like an animal doesn’t make me yours.”
She hisses as I cup her wet hot cunt. “Princess, I’ve owned this pussy from jump. You can run, you can hide, you can never see me again, but we both know this cunt will always weep for me and no one else.”
“Never.”
My hand curled around her throat, fingers digging in. Devlynn gasped for breath as the rage within me boiled to the surface. But the rage wasn’t for the past and everything I’d gone through. My rage was about her not wanting me. She’d stared me right in the eyes and said the word: Never. I hated thinking she wasn’t as consumed with me as I was with her. Every fiber of my being was coursing with her essence, and she was telling me it wasn’t the same for her.