Hollow (A Gothic Shade of Romance #1) Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: A Gothic Shade of Romance Series by Karina Halle
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
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“Oh god,” she whimpers, the orgasm coming to a slow, her hands clenched around the fabric of her skirt.

I straighten up, staring down at her. I want her naked, not always in this half-dressed state of affairs, drawers pushed down, skirt up, dress unbuttoned hastily. I want her soft sinful body under mine, to feel every single inch of her. I want her closer than ever.

I glance at the clock. We have time.

“Take off your clothes,” I tell her, unbuttoning my shirt. “Do it now.”

She raises her head to look at me. “How quickly the tables have turned,” she says with a wry yet sated smile, her cheeks flushed. “It was all about what I want and now you’re ordering my clothes to come off.”

I toss my shirt to the floor and grab a pair of scissors from my desk drawer, holding them up. “I’m going to fuck you with my cock like I asked. But you didn’t specify how. Now take off your clothes or I’m cutting them off your body.”

“You will not,” she declares, her eyes sparking. She’s beautiful when she’s outraged.

“I’ll buy you new ones, I promise,” I tell her.

She lets out a huff and starts hastily undoing the top of her dress. I put the scissors back down but pick up my ruler instead, then finishing removing my pants until I’m completely nude.

She pauses. She hasn’t seen me like this before. My cock gets even harder from just the lustful awe in her eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, her gaze skirting over me from head to toe.

“And you’re not naked enough,” I threaten her with a wave of my ruler.

To my surprise, once she undoes the top of her dress and the sleeves fall away, I see she’s not wearing a corset underneath, just a chemise. I go to her and lift it over her head until she’s topless, then stare down at her body.

Her breasts are full and pale and gorgeous, her nipple pale pink and pebbled. I cup them in my hands, relishing their heaviness, run my tongue over them while I pinch and squeeze in all the places she likes.

Then I pull down her drawers all the way until she’s completely nude.

“You are made for sinners,” I murmur as I stare, one hand on my cock, running my arousal over the tip and back. “You were made for me.”

Her face flushes at that. I like making her blush. It’s the same color of pink that my hands make when I spank her. Or in this case, the ruler.

“Spread your legs. Hold them wide for me. I want to punish that sweet little cunt of yours,” I tell her.

She swallows hard and then reaches down, her hands on her thighs and pulling them apart.

I bite my lip in anticipation and run the edge of the ruler up and down her thighs, tapping it sporadically until I get to where she’s pink, wet and waiting.

Then I give her a quick hit of the ruler right on her pussy.

She cries out but I grab her face with my other hand and kiss her deeply, my tongue licking inside her mouth, dancing with hers. A moan runs from her and through me and I spank her again, my hand behind her head, holding her in place.

“Is this something you like?” I murmur against her lips as I briefly pull back.

She makes a tight noise of want and I know I have her approval.

I continue to spank her, and kiss her and she continues to get wetter and wetter.

Then before I can stand it any longer, I push her hips against mine and I shove my cock up inside her, tossing the ruler to the floor.

“Kat,” I rasp, sucking at her neck while one arm hooks around her back so she’s pressed as close to me as possible. “You’re so damn wet I think you might drown me.”

Then I drive into her harder, deeper, desperate to get closer to her. Eventually the desk starts moving, squeaking loudly across the floor, so I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist and I spin her so she’s slammed back against the wall.

Sweat pools between us, her full breasts pressed against my chest, and I fuck her harder, hips driving up to get deeper. It’s good like this, too good. She’s so sweet and easily corrupted and yet I feel like she’s the one in control most of the time, no matter what I do.

I’m starting to think I’ll do anything for her.

But eventually I can’t even think.

There’s only the energy and magic that’s building between us, mixed with the deep animalistic desire to fuck her as hard as I can, get in her so deep she doesn’t know where she ends and I begin. We are connected. We are one. Our skin slick, our chests heaving, breath panting, hearts racing. Our moans fill the classroom, too loud, but I don’t care if I even get fired over this because giving myself over to my sweet witch and having her give herself to me is worth everything.



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