Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“We’ll see about that. God. I love your glares. You feel how hard you make me?”
“That’s because you’re gay and won’t admit it.”
“In that case, so are you. Look at that, more things we have in common, baby.”
“I’m not your baby… The fuck you think you’re doing?”
I tense up when he reaches in front of me and unbuttons my jeans. I’m horrified as my cock hardens at his touch.
At his hand on my abdomen.
How the fuck is something that normally disgusts me now turning me on?
Just how?
Maybe I am broken. I have to be.
The drugs never left my system, and now, I’m trapped with arbitrary feelings and this asshole.
I expect him to fist my cock, but he just lowers my jeans and boxer briefs all the way to my knees.
Cold air bites my skin, but it does nothing to deflate my cock. It’s so heavy and aching, precum is trickling down its length.
And I refuse to act like a fucking teen and hump the tree. That just won’t be happening.
I wait for him to grab my cock and relieve the pent-up pressure he’s caused. That’s the whole point of this, right?
Trapping me, then forcing me to feel pleasure for his sick entertainment. Then it’ll be over, and I’ll go back to shooting arrows while telling myself it means nothing.
But his fingers dig into my ass cheek, pulling it aside. I stare up at him with wide eyes as he looks down at where his fingers are. “I must say. You have a nice ass.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I say in a guttural tone and slam my gloved hand on his thigh.
Slap!
I go completely still, my mouth hanging open as a tremble courses through me with startling intensity.
Did this asshole just spank me? Me?
“You fucking—” I try to turn around, but he slaps me again and again. Three times. Each stronger than the last.
I go into momentary shock.
Pain burns in my ass cheek, and it hurts. Like fucking hell. And I wish there was only the pain mixed with rage.
I wish my cock wouldn’t leak so much.
“Shh. Stop struggling. You can’t push me away.” He slides a finger against my back hole.
My muscles tense up so badly, I think I’ll shatter like goddamn glass. “Kayden, I’m warning you.”
“Say that again.”
“I’m warning you.”
“No.” His hot breaths skim my skin. “My name. It’s the first time you’ve said it. I like it.”
“Fuck you, Kayden.”
He chuckles, his lips rubbing against my jaw softly. Affectionately, even, and it makes me confused as fuck. “Love it when you talk dirty, baby.”
“Don’t fucking touch me there.”
“Why? Afraid you’ll like it, too? Mmm. No lube. This is a problem.”
“Wait—” He shoves my head against the tree, but his hand disappears from my ass.
The relief is short-lived, though, because I hear the unbuckling of a belt behind me, and then something harder and bigger is gliding up and down my ass crack.
Apprehension builds behind my rib cage, trickling down my spine in a flood of unease. Painful, fucked up, but also expectant.
I should fight. I can fight. Hell, I can reach into my pocket and call for a horde of guards that will kill him on the spot.
But then again, I’m the only one who can kill him.
And I will kill him.
But there’s this petulant side of me that kind of loves it when I say no and he goes for it anyway.
Because I get off on this, apparently, and he knows it.
He feeds on it, too.
Because neither of us is normal.
“Your hole feels so good, baby.” He makes shallow thrusts against my back hole. “I think I’ll love this.”
“Wait.” I breathe harshly against the tree. “Just wait. Why the fuck do you have to force everything?”
“Because you wouldn’t admit to liking this otherwise.” He grabs my ass cheek as he slides his cock up and down, touching that hot, dry hole as he whispers in my ear, “If it allows you to enjoy this better, think of me as forcing you, taking your will and fight and allowing you no way out just because I love to see you squirm. You can make me your villain, baby.”
It doesn’t entirely work, because a sick part of me I wish I could smother to death is enjoying this.
I hate that part and him, but I close my eyes and murmur, “Don’t fuck me. You do that, and I swear I will kill you.”
“Still apprehensive, I see.” His cock grows thicker as his movements turn more frantic, hotter, wilder. “I won’t fuck you dry. I’m not that much of a monster.”
“You won’t fuck me at all.”
“Yet.”
Slap.
I jerk at the sudden hit, and then his groan follows.
“I love how your ass turns red so fast.” He kneads the skin. “You wear my handprints so nicely. Seeing my marks on you makes me hard. The way you submit to the pain I dish out makes me fucking leak, baby.”