Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
He rubs it hard, his eyes still fixated on me, smirking, clearly enjoying the absolute power he has over me.
“Force you?” he snarls. “Look at you, you horny thing. I’m not forcing you to do anything. Tell me, Aida.”
“I c-can’t …”
“Tell me or I’ll stop,” he snarls.
He pushes his hand even firmer against my sex, slipping his finger inside of me and opening up my hole a second time. That deep place inside of me gives another shiver, as though surprised – and yet pleased – that it’s getting a second helping of this dominator’s pleasure.
I squirm and writhe, and then he cruelly withdraws his hand, putting his arms behind his back and just staring at me.
“You’re going to make me tell you—naked, after knowing you for less than a day? You’re really going to do that?”
“It seems like you’re slowly starting to realize what sort of man I am,” he growls.
I want to tell him I saw what sort of man he was yesterday when his gorgeous Great Dane looked at him with such love.
I want to tell him I felt it last night when I fell asleep in silk sheets instead of a cold bare cell.
I want to tell him I know he’s going to make an amazing father, that he’ll always keep me and our children safe, even if I don’t even know who he is and why he kidnapped me.
But his gaze is unflinching, demanding that I finish my revelation.
I say the words softly, the only way I can force them to pass my lips.
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper.
He takes a step forward, raising his hands as though he’s going to grab me. But then he stops, getting a hold of himself, his breath coming fast now, deep rumbling noises that fill the room, that blast hotter than the shower.
“Say it again,” he snarls.
“I’m a virgin.”
“Again.”
I giggle but cut the sound in half when I see how serious he is.
“Why?”
“Again.”
“I’m a virgin,” I whimper, flinching under the weight of his gaze.
“Again, Aida,” he snarls.
“I’m a virgin,” I say, staring back at him.
“Good,” he sighs. “Fuck, that’s good to hear.”
“Good?” I murmur.
“That means I’ll be your first,” he says matter of factly. “That means I’ll own your pussy, just like I owned your first orgasm. That means that nobody else, ever, will get to feel how tight and hot and fucking needy you get. Take your shower, get dressed, and then join me for breakfast.”
He turns and strides away, opening and closing his hands as though fighting some inner struggle.
“Arturo,” I whisper.
“What?” he snaps, standing with the broad muscled landscape of his back to me.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not laughing at me,” I murmur. “It’s pretty embarrassing being a nineteen year old virgin.”
“Don’t worry,” he growls. “You won’t be one for long. I’m forty-one years old, Aida, and I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I’m going to pound your pussy until there are tears of pleasure in your eyes. And I’m going to come inside of you. Now do what you’re told and take a shower. I want that pink cunt nice and clean if I decide to take you for round two.”
He paces from the room and slams the door heavily behind him, leaving me with a thousand thoughts whirring like buzzing insects around my mind.
Chapter Six
Arturo
I sit on the balcony with Jackal waiting patiently beside the table, the only sign that he’s expecting food his big tail swinging back and forth. The sun shines down on the estate, the air free of snow and the sky clear except for a few clouds drifting here and there.
I can’t stop thinking about what just happened as I move my forefinger around the rim of my coffee cup.
I went in there with the intention of giving her the dress she was to wear for breakfast and leaving straight away.
But then I lost control.
That’s the truth, plain and simple. There’s no denying it.
I lost control and gave in to the carnal desire that rocketed through me. I never do that, but then, no woman has ever flooded me with so much inexorable passion before, waves and waves of it surging into me until I felt like the only thing I could do was take that ass roughly, wetly, dominate her and explode inside of her.
It’s a damn miracle I got out of there without dragging her like a feral beast into the bedroom.
She’s a virgin, my own personal untouched piece of innocence, a perfect vessel to fill with my seed and bring my offspring into the world.
I should find the thought ludicrous.
I’ve never been interested in making a woman pregnant, and yet here I am, dead certain of it, more certain than I am of my own name.
I don’t have a choice.
I need to take her and impregnate her and own every part of her.