Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Khadem's jaw clenched. "The drug in your system works something like a sustained-release capsule. You'll get these few moments of lucidity following an orgasm, but you should feel another round of acute sexual frustration in a matter of minutes."
"What happens if I stay...frustrated?"
"Your blood pressure will shoot up, and it will keep shooting up until you give yourself a stroke."
Prue wished she could make herself believe he was lying, but somehow, she just knew he was telling her the truth. "How much time do I have left, do you think, before I become...hypertensive?"
"That depends on how much of the drugs you've been given and when."
"What if I don't know the answer to any of those?"
"Then..."
Prue tried to keep still as the stranger studied her.
"In a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to fuck me right now?"
The question threw her off guard, and just as she was about to tell him she didn't feel anything at all—-the next second proved her wrong, since that second round he mentioned had already begun.
"Oh God, no."
Khadem fought to keep himself still as heard the girl moan and saw her start to writhe.
"It's starting again."
"You have two choices right now."
"Not again," the girl gasped.
Khadem frowned. "What do you mean again?"
"Please don't make me choose between you and another stranger."
Ah. He had actually forgotten about that, and the fact that she had cried the words out like such choices scared her nearly made Khadem smile.
"I don't want anyone else. Please."
Khadem was no longer amused. But what he was right now was aroused, and God knew how he would be able to survive if he was forced to keep his hands to himself while watching her cum for the second time.
"You don't have to worry about other strangers," Khadem finally said. "But if you don't want me touch you, then I can take you to a hospital—-"
"I c-can't." Prue knew her parents would never understand that something like this could ever happen to her. And what about Klaus? Wouldn't it be unfair to make her parents and Klaus suffer for something they had no part of?
Khadem looked at the girl in frustration. "What do you mean you can't?"
"N-No one can know about this."
"The drug in your system is no small matter," Khadem bit out, "and I wasn't lying about the medical risks I told you about earlier. If you don't do something about it, you can and will cause yourself to have a heart attack—-"
"I choose you," Prue cried out.
Khadem stiffened.
"I choose you, sir. But please...please...can you do s-something about this without taking my virginity?"
What. The. Fuck.
Khadem stared at the girl in disbelief.
Had she truly said those words or had he just imagined her saying them?
Prue would've laughed if her situation wasn't so dire. But with her body already aching in the most embarrassing places, and a now-familiar sense of heat invading every inch of her skin, she knew that it was only a matter of time before lust regained complete control over her senses.
She had to make things clear to him while she was still coherent, and so she took a deep breath...before choking the rest of her words out as quickly as she could.
"You c-can do whatever you want with me. Just p-please don't take my virginity!"
Khadem could hardly believe his ears. On one hand, her words made him feel like he had won a fucking lottery. She had said anything, after all, and that alone had him rock hard under his pants. But on the other hand, the fact that she didn't want him to take his virginity rankled like hell...since that could only mean the girl was still thinking of her goddamn boyfriend.
Prue's desperation grew as she felt her body burning hotter and hotter. "Please, sir..." She didn't want to take her chances with another stranger, and going to a hospital and risk having her parents and Klaus know about what happened was an even less appealing choice.
"I know you don't owe me anything, but please. Please help me." Never in her life had Prue imagined she would be forced to beg a stranger to give her orgasm after orgasm, but even though each word made Prue squirm in shame, she still forced herself to utter them. "Please, sir." As embarrassing as this whole situation was, Prue also knew that he was her best choice, since the other alternatives she had were simply unbearable.
Big, brown eyes peered up at him in appeal, and Khadem's jaw clenched as he felt his already engorged cock throbbed violently in response.
After Alanna's betrayal, Khadem had sworn to himself that he would never touch any woman who belonged to someone else. And since this girl did belong to another man, the only thing to do here was call the fucking ambulance and have her deal with her own problems.