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)
He should just fucking walk away and forget all about her, but instead he heard himself say, "I can do as you say. I can give you my word that I'll help you without taking your virginity...but only if you promise in return that you'll do whatever I ask you to do."
Prue's heart thundered against her chest, but she wasn't sure if it was because of fear or excitement. What he was asking for was her unconditional surrender, but...
"I d-don't want to be recorded."
"You won't be."
"I don't want any other person—-"
"It will just be the two of us. Everything I ask will only be between the two of us."
The glitter of lust in the stranger's blue eyes made Prue gasp, and she finally understood what everything meant.
Oh God.
Random thoughts popped in her head, and they ranged from scenes from Fifty Shades of Grey to black-and-white illustrations from Kama Sutra. That was what his everything meant, and although the knowledge had her stomach churning in fear, it also had her senses tingling, and in the end...
He was still her safest choice, and Prue heard herself whisper, "You have my word, too. Whatever you ask me to do...I'll do it."
Chapter Five
A long moment of silence passed, and the only indication she got that he even heard her was when he looked into her eyes, and she saw the glitter in his gaze.
"Tell me your name." His voice had become lower and deeper, and the sound of it alone made her writhe.
I want him so!
The thought made Prue want to cry. Just yesterday, she had been a normal girl. A normal and boring girl even. But because someone had apparently hated her enough to spike her drink, she had been reduced to this.
Someone who would do anything just to cum, and since he was that someone, and he wanted to know her name—-
"Prue. It's s-short for Prudence."
"Prue..."
Hearing him say her name in a purr was another unexpected pleasure, and Prue was surprised and mortified to hear herself moan.
"It suits you," Khadem purred.
She could only look at him now, the ache inside of her having started to intensify at a rapid rate, and she was afraid that any moment now she would beg for him to touch her again.
"Would you like to know my name...so you can cry it out when I make you cum?"
The picture his words painted was too much - she could easily imagine herself crying his name out - and she looked at him in mute appeal. Yes, oh yes, please tell me your name.
He joined her in the couch, and he slowly leaned towards her until his breath caressed her ear, and just as Prue whimpered, she heard him say, "It's Khadem, my angel."
Khadem.
He cupped her chin, and blue eyes glittered down at her. "Say it now."
Heat blazed through her at the command in his tone, and all Prue could do was obey like a slave. "Khadem."
His name came out in a whimper, and just the sound of it on her lips was yet another sensual pleasure that had her trembling and burning from within.
"Say it again."
And so she did, and she saw his aqua-blue eyes gleam with satisfaction...just before his head bent, and his mouth took hers in a deep, hard kiss.
It's so good!
Prue curled her arms around his neck just as his tongue thrust past her lips. His taste was frighteningly masculine, and she couldn't get enough of it. She wanted more, more, more—-and she told him so.
"Please, Khadem."
Hearing Prue say his name as she begged for his kiss had Khadem's cock surging up and straining against his briefs. He wanted her so damn much that she could've asked for his life, and it would have been hers. There seemed no limit to his need for her, and so if she wanted more of his kisses, then by God, he would give it to her until every inch of her skin was marked by his lips.
Prue could only gasp as Khadem started sucking on her tongue. She dizzily recalled Klaus trying to do this to her once, but the wetness of his kiss had frightened and secretly repulsed her into rearing back, and Klaus had never tried to do it again.
But now...
Why did it feel so different when it was Khadem sucking on her tongue? Was it because of the drug that was still spreading lustful poison through her body? Or was it because Khadem was so much more skilled and experienced compared to Klaus?
She knew it wasn't right to compare the two men to each other, and that she had something to compare to felt like a sin in itself, but...oh...my...God.
Khadem's mouth had abruptly left hers, but before she could protest at the loss of his kiss, she already felt his lips moving down her neck, and all she could do was whimper when he started sucking on a spot that was right next to her rapidly beating pulse.