Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
One I promised myself I’d fix if given the chance. But with her hair flowing down her back with a barely secured ribbon and her doe eyes peering up at me like this, I’m fucked.
The warmth from her hand wrapping around my cock is a reminder of the starved animal with a taste only for her. I bury my fingers in her hair. Using it as a handle, I force her face back until her lashes fan out over her cheeks. Never has a girl outwardly done anything to even so much as talk near me, yet little Luna Nox grabs my cock as if she fucking owns it. The Huntress doesn’t count. They’re barely human.
I bite down on my bottom lip when the silk of her tongue touches the base of my cock. Fighting an internal battle, I sit between the two choices. I should push her away.
I need to.
But fuck. That tongue…
My cock disappears between her pink lips, stopping when she can’t fit more. Her tongue teases the bottom of my shaft, and my hips buck forward when I feel my control slipping.
My hand finds the front of her throat, forcing her back to her feet. Locked in a silent argument, we’re both asking the same thing. This shouldn’t happen. But it’s going to…
We shouldn’t.
But it’s the why we shouldn’t bit that means we should. I’m not reckless and she’s not messy, but together we’re an apocalyptic promise to all.
Keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she swipes her thumb over my cock before lifting it to her mouth and sucking off my cum.
Using the grip on her throat, I shove her up against the door and use my other beneath her ass to lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist like a vise as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Hard and fucking fast, Madness. If I’m left with too much time, I’ll kill you.”
Her tits jiggle against my chest when she laughs, wine-stained cheeks. She’s fucking maniacal.
So fucking mad.
So fucking mine.
She rolls her hips, and I fumble with her belt and button of her jeans. “Take these the fuck off.”
Sliding down my body, she kicks off her jeans, and I stumble backward. Hot-pink lace with a small bow at the center, sheer enough to notice the small strip she keeps manicured and short. The urgency to have her feels primal as my blood reaches a boiling point.
“If anyone walks through that door right now.” My eyes land on hers. “They’re fucking dead.” I grab her by the throat, forcing her back into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I step backward and onto the edge of my bed. Touching the curve of her spine, I glide up the arch of her back, stopping where her shoulders meet her neck.
My finger dances across the side of her neck, her body turning still, but her hips still riding over the length of my cock. The fragility of her pulse quickens against my fingers as her lips slow their movements against my jaw.
She sucks in a deep breath when her eyes land on mine before they close lazily, her lashes fanning over her cheeks. “Don’t…” she whispers, pleading. “You don’t have to.” Her lips brush mine gently as her hand slips between us, shifting her underwear to the side. She directs me between her damp slit, seizing my muscles.
“Fuck me, Rabbit—just me, okay?” Her body shudders as she swallows me inch by inch, each time only tightening the tension already between us. Leaning forward, I catch her mouth with mine, nipping at her bottom lip. She shifts, and with one final weighted drop, my fingers dig into her thighs when she buries me deep inside her warmth.
“Fuck, Madness…” I don’t recognize myself when I fall against her chest, my fingers spreading over her back to draw her closer.
She lifts her hips before gliding back down. I wait for it. For years I thought it was a one-off with her and that it was only because of the anticipation she created, but when I fucked her all those years ago, it never came. That familiar frost of isolation.
She pauses, and I search her face. “Scared?”
Her fingers needle the back of my neck, holding me in place. “Yes.” Her eyes flick between each of mine. “Because I know you.”
“Is that right?” Seconds pass when I lose myself in the depths of her eyes. With both hands gripped on her thighs, I flip her to her back.
“Priest…” The purr of my name leaving her further tugs the leashed animal buried deep inside. The one who seems particularly obsessed with her.
I lose my thoughts…
Priest.
Priest.
The snow is thick. Too thick for me to run through, but I have to get her out of here because if they see her like this, they’ll think it was me. Everyone will always blame me for anything that happens, especially when there are dead bodies. I may be young, but I know that the moment our parents see the two dead bodies in the kitchen, they’ll blame it on me.