Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“I won’t let you…” She is trying to sound strong, and I admire that, but it won’t save her from me.
“You won’t have a choice. Now tell me what really happened last night,” I demand.
She shakes her head, and I throw another knife. This one lands even closer, but at her right arm. So close it slides through the fabric of her shirt.
“It happened like Eli said. Addy told me to go to your room and wait for you because you weren’t home.” Her words rush out so fast it takes me a moment to understand what she is saying.
I know she is still hiding something, but I also know she won’t tell me anything else right now. I’m not full of myself, I just know when someone is lying and when they are hiding what they truly want.
Her hair is plastered to her face, and her small legs are shaking. I slide my eyes up her legs so very slowly, taking in the slope of her thighs, imagining how they will feel squeezing me as I enter her.
If she feels anything close to the way she felt when I entered her with my fingers, I’m going to be in heaven. There is nothing more glorious or satisfying than entering tight, virgin pussy. My dick is rising in approval. Her pussy is mine, only mine.
I cross the distance between us, my body moving effortlessly. I still hold a knife firmly in my hand, and I watch her eyes glace to it. Fear still shows, but something else does too. Excitement? My blood stirs. She wants me even when I scare the shit out of her. She still wants me, I just have to make her admit it to herself.
I stand directly in front of her. The edge of the knife is sharp, but I know just how to move it so that it won’t hurt her beautiful skin. If she thinks she is going to die, she is wrong.
“What are you doing with that?” Our eyes meet. I smile, my eyes narrowing as I pull the knife up to her lips. A gasp leaves her mouth as she begs me with her eyes. What is it that she wants?
Pushing the knife against her full, red bottom lip, I wait for her to do something, to push the knife away and beg me to take her. Instead, she just stands there, maybe out of defiance, or maybe she is really that frightened. I don’t know. I just know it makes me want her more. I grip the edge tighter as I slide the tip over her skin. A small red line marks her skin as I slide it lower, down her neck and over her beating heart.
“Are you scared?” I whisper to her. Her breaths are hot against my skin. I’m on the verge of taking her without following through with what I want to do.
She sucks her lip into her mouth, shaking her head no. I smile slyly, gliding the tip from her chest back up to her collarbone. The red scratch that shows on her skin is nothing compared to what I can do to her body.
Lifting the knife from her skin, I shove it in my pocket, before grabbing her by the hip and throwing her over my shoulder. She lets out a little squeal and grabs the back of my shirt as I spin around and head upstairs.
She bounces on my shoulder, her small hands grasping the fabric of my shirt tighter. I should probably slow down, but all I can do is speed up. The need to get her into my bed is too strong.
I make it upstairs in record time. Kicking the door shut behind me, I move to the bed and put her down on top of it.
Grabbing the knife from my pocket with one hand, I grab her shirt with the other. The flimsy material is no match for me. I pull it from her body, taking the knife and cutting it straight down the middle.
“Oh, God…” she murmurs softly as we both watch the material fall away.
“My name’s Lorenzo. Please use it...” I say roughly, on the verge of falling off the edge. I haven’t even taken her panties off yet, and I’m ready to explode.
“Enzo…” she pants, her eyes wanting to meet mine. Her hands reach out, tracing across my shoulders. Her touch is soft, and my body wants it… wants her.
“Slide those pants down your legs, and hurry before I cut them off too.” My words come out as a growl, which gets her moving quickly. She shimmies out of her pants and throws them next to the bed.
Now, she lies before me in a pair of simple white panties and a black bra, but it looks more than magnificent against her skin.