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)
Prue gnawed on her lip as she tried to make sense of her feelings. Silence meant yes, didn't it? And how else could he see her anyway? She had to be a novelty to him, and she had no right to feel hurt about it.
Khadem reached up to touch her face, and Prue actually had to fight against the urge to rub her cheek against his palm like some kitten wanting to be petted.
What's wrong with me?
I shouldn't be feeling this way!
I can't!
"You appear troubled," Khadem murmured.
"I'm not."
"Did you want me to say something else?"
Prue's expression turned into one of dismay. "No." She pushed his hand away even as her heart stupidly ached at the loss of his touch. "Of course not." She forced herself to look at him in the eye. "It's just the drug...it's making me crazy."
"Is it?"
Don't let him get to you!
Think of Klaus!
Remember who you belong to!
Prue squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to clear her mind, but it didn't work. She tried to conjure an image of Klaus, but anguish ripped through her when all she could think of was Khadem.
Why?
Why am I like this?
Why?
Khadem had enough. He could no longer stand to see Prue punishing herself unnecessarily, and he had no trouble ignoring her cries as he hauled her back to him.
"No—-"
She tried to struggle out of his hold, but Khadem's grip didn't ease the slightest, and before she knew it, she was falling on top of him, and her bare breasts were rubbing against the slight mat of hair covering his chest, and oh God—-
A cry spilled out of her as excitement blazed through her body...even when every brain cell of hers was still in working order.
No, God, no.
How could he make her want me when the drug wasn't working?
Khadem cupped her face. "Do you get it now?" he demanded roughly. "You're destined to be mine—-"
"No! That's not true! I'm not—-"
She could no longer speak, with his hand curving around her nape to pull her head down so he could conquer her mouth in another kiss.
Oh God, no!
She bit his lip hard, but this only had Khadem laughing. "Go ahead, my angel," he growled against her lips. "I'm only going to want you more the harder you fight me."
"Stop th—aaaah!"
His hands were now gripping her waist, and this time, it was her breast that his mouth had latched onto.
"Stop it!"
She tried shoving him away, but it only made him suckle harder on her nipple. She tried pulling at his hair, but this only made him move all the way down...until his head was right between her legs.
"Nooooo!"
But her cry seemed to fall on deaf ears, and her eyes started to sting when she felt Khadem push her panties to the side. Cool air blew against her inner folds, and Prue's tears started to fall when she felt her pussy turn wet and start to quiver.
This was it.
She knew by now when the drug was and wasn't working, and right now...it wasn't.
Everything that she was feeling was because of him—-
And when she felt him start sucking on her clit, with his tongue lashing against the bud over and over until her body arched involuntarily in orgasm—-
This is all me, she thought dazedly.
The way her body was still shuddering, and the feel of cum dripping down her thighs while her breathless pants filled the air—-
All of this is me, and God, no—-
It was starting again.
Even though her body had yet to recover from its last climax, artificial lust had flooded back into her veins, and all Prue could do was cry as sanity slipped out of her reach once again.
No, no, no.
But it was too late. The drugs had regained control, and by the time Khadem lifted his head, shame had lost all meaning, and all she could do was whisper the agonizing truth. "Please. It's happening—-"
She could not say anything else, with Khadem rising to his knees and thrusting his cock straight into her mouth.
Aaaaah!
With both of his hands gripping her head, there was no way for her to escape, but the painfully funny thing about this was that she didn't want to escape at all. With her whorish soul in control, Prue found herself loving the taste of his cock, and what she loved even more was how he had her mouth so unbelievably stuffed that every thrust made her want to choke and suck at the same time.
Khadem tried to keep his movements slow and steady, but when he felt Prue clutch and squeeze his ass, the unexpectedness of it had his control breaking, and he could no longer keep himself from fucking her mouth harder...and faster...and deeper...until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and he felt himself explode as her lips automatically closed around his length.