Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
When his teeth hit my neck I bucked beneath him. He barely moved. The pressure from his mouth increased and now instead of biting, he was sucking. Goosebumps erupted along my skin.
“Stop.” Was that my voice dripping with sex?
He growled against my neck and continued his wicked assault. His cock was thick and rock hard against my thigh. I tried to knee him, but he was too heavy. His groan ricocheted against my skin as he forced a knee between my legs. His thigh moved against me, stroking my pussy in broad waves. I bit my lip.
He transferred my wrists to one of his large hands and ran the other down my side before slipping it under my shirt and up to my breast. When his fingers slid over my nipple, I couldn’t stop the moan that lofted from my lungs.
“You like that, don’t you, Sadie?” He pinched hard, making me squirm as his mouth moved to my ear, taking my lobe between his teeth. “Tell me you like it.”
He pinched even harder. “Tell me, Sadie.”
“I-I- like it.”
He pulled away from me and stood.
“Now, you can try and run again. It only turns me on more. But you’re just prolonging the inevitable – me balls deep in your pussy. We aren’t in the club anymore. The only rules here are the ones I make for you. Now take your fucking shirt off.” He was fierce, his words delivered with gravelly certainty.
There was no escaping him. Did I want to? I’d fingered myself thinking about him so many times that this should have been a dream come true. But what would my mother say if she found out?
His jaw tightened. “Don’t make me tell you again. You’ll regret it.”
In the face of his glower, I did as he said. I stripped my shirt over my head so that only my bra remained.
“Good girl.”
Wait. What was I doing? “No.” I scooted back on my bed away from him. “This would kill my mother. I can’t do this.”
He rolled his eyes and began unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers were fast, angry. “Let me put it to you this way, Sadie. I own you. Your tits? Mine. Your mouth? Mine. Your pussy? All fucking mine and everything else, too.”
A defiant flame lit inside my breast. “Bullshit,” I spat.
I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. I would fight him, maybe try and run again.
He tossed his shirt on the floor. His abs rippled beneath my gaze, his chest dusted with the same dark hair that graced his head. His skin was tan, sun-kissed, even. He groaned and ran his palm along his cock.
“I don’t think you understand. Your mother thinks you are some perfect angel. Pure. I’ve seen you, Sadie. I’ve seen your tits, your pussy, the way you shake for strange men, the way you take their money. Do you want your mom to find out about that?”
Ice shot through me and I crossed my arms over my breasts. “You wouldn’t.”
He laughed, a cold sound. “I would and I will. I’ll call Phoebe right now and tell her what I do to her daughter every Friday night. Or, rather, what her daughter does to me.”
He flicked open his pants and dropped his zipper before shedding them. When he pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs past his cock, I had to bite my lip. His head was a deep red, darkened with wetness. It was large, so large that I didn’t see how he could ever put it inside me all the way. I shook my head at the thought. He wasn’t going to.
“You wouldn’t do that.”
He slid his briefs off so he stood in front of me, naked, hard, proud. The intense masculinity was discordant in my pink, girly bedroom.
“I will do that.” His words were a promise. Steel was in his eyes.
I shuddered. I couldn’t bear for my mother to find out. It would kill her. After all the years of finishing school, ballet, my coming out party, the princess dresses, the dinners with nice families, my accolades – it would destroy her to know what I did at night. The way I felt when I used my body to please strangers. She would never forgive me. I shook my head hard.
“Unless…” he trailed off.
I hung on that word, the one possibility of a reprieve. “Unless what?”
He put a knee on my bed. “Unless you agree to give me what I want for this entire week. Anything I ask. The only word you know is ‘yes.’ You will do as I want. I want your complete submission. Once they return, if you’ve kept true to your word, I’ll let you go. Understand?”
I almost fell out of the bed. “Are you kidding? I don’t even know you! I can’t sign myself over to a total stranger for a week.”