Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
God damn, why is his voice so thick and delicious.
No.
Just say no.
It’s simple, not hard at all.
“Tell me no, Ellie Mae,” he breathes, releasing my wrist and letting it fall to my side, “I might be a monster but I’m not a rapist.”
Just say it.
No.
Go to hell.
Get fucked.
Don’t come near me.
Why is my brain not working?
His hand moves, sliding up my leg and over my thigh. I’m still kneeling beside him and I’m in the perfect position for him to slip that hand between my legs. I’m wearing clothes they gave me on the second or third day here – a pair of old cotton shorts and a tank top. I didn’t question where those clothes came from, but they were a heck of a lot comfier than the tight dress he captured me in.
His fingers glide up my inner thigh, making my skin prickle in a way it has never done before. My pussy clenches with a need I’m not certain I can control. I shouldn’t want this, yet the idea of being fucked by him makes my body spark to life, a dark, desperate need I’m not even going to try and pick apart.
“One word,” he murmurs, stopping at my panties. “No.”
So simple, yet my mouth refuses to speak it.
I’m panting now, deep desperate breaths making my entire body rise and fall as I try to get control of my mind once more. Come on, Ellie, you’re stronger than this. It doesn’t matter how much I tell myself that, I’m overcome with the harsh reality that I want it. I know I want it. He knows I want it. And it doesn’t matter how much I try to talk myself out of it, my brain is going to win this war.
“Last chance,” he growls, his accent thick and divine.
I don’t speak.
His fingers keep sliding up until they run over my damp panties. A satisfied growl leaves his lips as he hooks a finger in the soft fabric and pulls them aside, exposing my pussy. Our eyes lock as he glides his finger through, coating his finger in slick arousal. I gasp, pleasure already pressing against the surface, a need I am struggling to hold back. When that finger glides over my clit, I jerk and all my control is lost.
He traces small, light circles around my clit, forcing an ache that has me on edge. I push my hips towards him, silently begging for more, and more he delivers. One finger slides inside me while his thumb continues to rub over me, round and round, until I can’t fight the orgasm that boldly rushes to the surface. Gasping, my body jerks and I fall down onto my hands, gyrating my hips and fucking his hand with not a single ounce of shame.
“Filthy girl,” he growls, turning his face so we’re only inches apart.
I want to kiss him, but I will never let myself go to that level.
Kissing, that’s a whole other ball game.
I can justify fucking, I cannot justify putting my lips against his and experiencing him in that way.
It’s too much.
He’s too much.
Once I have fucked his hand to the point I’ve dragged two orgasms from my body, do I let him pull away. The bed is coated in slick blood, and I know we should deal with his hand, but he’s not thinking of that right now, and when he pushes up, like a predator rising from the ashes, I forget all about it. His muscled body tenses and moves as he sits in front of me, his cock standing on high alert in his pants.
“Put your hands on me,” he orders.
I hesitate, staring down at his dick and knowing if I touch that, if I let him inside me, I’ll never be the same again.
His hand lashes out, gripping my wrist and he hauls me forward until I’m forced to straddle him. Well, I’m not forced, I go willingly. Putting my knees either side of his hips, we’re face to face, and I can feel so many things swirling around in my brain – fear, desperation, want, shame. It does nothing to stop me from pushing my wet pussy against his dick, soaking his shorts.
“You’re as beautiful as the ocean, Ellie Mae, but as dark as the night. Show me how dark you are.”
He thinks I’m beautiful.
Why do his words have me pausing, my body momentarily stunned.
Reaching down between us, I curl my small hand around his cock, and realize just how big it is. He’s massive, and my eyes widen as I consider him plunging that into me.
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmurs, his voice like honey as he slides his hand up my back, “you’ll be so wet it won’t matter.”
“Oh,” I croak, finally speaking. “And how will that happen?”
He grins at my challenge, and before I know it, he’s gripping my hips and flipping me backward until I land on the bed with a thud. Hovering over me, so dangerous and powerful, his hair falling down around him, I find myself completely captivated. Within a flash, he’s gone, but it takes me only a second to realize why.