Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“Look at me,” he demanded. His voice wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t loving or sweet or as if he wanted me to be at ease with him.
And when my eyes locked with his, he shoved his fingers into me.
The pain was instant. Intense. All-consuming. I opened my mouth on a silent cry, and when he pushed more of those digits into me, the sound spewed forth.
His grin was constant, his erection digging into my ribs.
“That’s it,” he purred, his mouth now right by my ear. “Scream for me. Bleed for me.”
I tried pushing him away, tried clawing at his arms. But he was so big. So strong. I was at his mercy as he invaded the most intimate, vulnerable part of me.
He pumped those thick fingers in and out of me, taking my innocence as if I were nothing but a dirty whore in the back alley of one of the clubs he owned. And only when the tears were streaming down my cheeks, only when I sagged against the wall in surrender, did he pull his mouth away from my ear and face me.
His smile was gone, and in its place was a look of dark possession that consumed me in the worst way. I winced as he removed his fingers from my body, and I immediately clamped my thighs closed.
He held up his hand showing me those blood-streaked digits, a visual that would forever be ingrained in my brain. And then he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, never once taking his focus off me. A low purr, as if he were a rabid animal, left him as he licked his index and middle fingers, sucking me off of them like I was his last meal.
“Tonight, little girl, I’m not going to stop until I make the bed sheets red with my little cousin’s virgin blood.” And with that, he turned and left.
I stood there with my legs shaking from the forced entry between them, my arousal and, no doubt, the remaining blood from my broken hymen trailing down my inner thigh, tears streaking down my cheeks, and this impending doom settling over me.
4
ANTONIO
My cousin was a pretty little thing.
Prim and proper. Innocent. Virginal.
Under normal circumstances, any man would be proud to traipse around the venue, flaunting his new possession. But I wasn’t interested in showing Nina off.
My desires were of a more dubious nature. A burning fire that wanted to blaze with her until all there was left was a shell.
It was bad enough they'd forced me to marry the daughter of Russian trash and a traitorous mother. There was no way I would allow her to think she was anything more than an object purchased to satisfy my most carnal needs.
“Time to leave, Principessa,” I growled in her ear.
Nina stared blankly at me as her body shook. She was frightened. A pretty doe caught at the end of the barrel of a hunter’s gun. But she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and simply nod.
We made our way through the reception crowd, giving our final pleasantries, before I rushed her into the elevator and up to the penthouse suite of the hotel.
“Now, the real fun’s about to start.” There was a rough growl laced in those words, one that told her I was the predator and she was about to be my devoured prey.
Nina didn’t look at me as she kept her head down and her gaze averted. But I could clearly see the terror in her expression and the way she stood. Her body language and scent roared with uncertainty and fear.
A smell and look I got off on.
I couldn’t help but wonder how those eyes would appear once her mascara was smudged as she cried while gagging on my cock.
But I reminded myself that wasn’t something I had to wonder about. She was my wife, and I could make that fantasy a reality tonight.
The images played through my head like a depraved movie reel.
My cock thickened, and I held in my groan as I envisioned her desperate screams from the vicious yank I’d give her hair. I stared at her as I thought about dragging her down to her knees, fisting her curls, and unzipping my slacks. I’d pull my dick out and watch with sick pleasure as her eyes widened when she took in my size.
Maybe it was the sounds I made or how I crept closer to her, but she made a small noise in the back of her throat and stepped away. Yet, there was nowhere for her to run. She was trapped in here until I let her go.
“We’re in an elevator,” she whispered. Pleaded. As if I’d save her from myself. She stared at me with huge, teary eyes. I slowly grinned and went for the zipper of my slacks. Her throat moved as she swallowed. “Please don’t make me do this.”