Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
She rounds a corner, and I’m prepared to call out to stop her when suddenly, an arm clamps around my waist, followed by a hand over my mouth. Panic explodes inside my head. The woman retreats, disappearing from sight, unaware somebody’s attacking me. Somebody who pulls me into a pitch-black room and shuts the door with his body.
Oh, my god, what’s happening?
Who is this? It could be anybody, I realize. My attacker?
This is it. This is when he kills me. I claw at the hand over my mouth and swing my feet in a desperate attempt to get him off me, but he only holds on tighter before bending me over a table I can’t see. I can’t see anything—not a scrap of light anywhere, but I feel the wood under my body as he presses me against it with his own, holding me still while I fight and kick and strain to get free. I have to get free. I can’t die like this.
Even if I could scream, I doubt anybody would hear me. And if they did, would they care? It all goes through my head at once, along with so many other things. My entire life is flashing before my eyes while my attacker holds me down. I reach up behind me and try to grab for his face, his hair, anything that might get me free. But no matter how I scramble and fight, he manages to avoid my taking hold of him.
Tears fill my eyes when he shoves a hand down the back of my pants. It’s not enough to kill me. He wants to rape me first. My palms slap against his head and shoulders, but he only laughs before cupping my pussy, pressing his fingers against me hard enough to make me sob behind his hand.
He doesn’t stop there, sliding a finger inside me while I scream in helpless rage.
“That’s right,” he growls in my ear. “That’s how I want you to fight me. Just like that.”
It takes a second for the voice to sink in past my fear. And when it does, that fear is swept aside in favor of fury.
He pulls back, withdrawing from me and letting me go so I can turn around and pummel his chest with both fists. “Dammit, Lucas! What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you were trying to kill me!”
I can’t see him in the darkness, but his chuckle is unmistakable as he takes my jaw in his hand and pulls me close. “Since when do I let you question my motives?”
And then he’s kissing me—hard, deep, invading my mouth with his tongue while he invades my body with his hands, touching me, groping and squeezing like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
And it’s amazing how fear can so quickly turn to something else. My heart’s racing not out of panic anymore but out of need. Hunger. I need him to remember us, this. That no matter what happens, he can come back to this. I’ll always be waiting for him.
He works my pants down before lifting and setting me on the table. I lie back and spread my legs for him—then barely stifle a moan when his mouth is on me, his tongue plunging deep inside my pussy. His animal grunts fill the air, paired with my rapid breaths. It’s all happening so fast I can barely make sense of it, but I don’t have to. Nothing matters more than feeling; what I’m feeling right now is unbridled need burning me up from the inside out.
I cup the back of his head, pulling his hair while pushing his face closer, grinding my hips. He doesn’t try to take control back, letting me be the aggressor for once. Letting me take from him while he greedily laps up what’s gushing from me. Thanks to him, all thanks to him.
This time when he enters me with his fingers, I gratefully accept them, jerking my hips in time with his sharp, quickfire thrusts.
“So fucking wet,” he growls before sucking on my clit until my eyes roll back and my body tenses, and I fall over the edge, biting my knuckles to hold back my screams.
It’s a shock when he pulls my hand free. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you come for me.” He covers me again with his mouth, holding my clit between his teeth and flicking it furiously while massaging my G-spot and dragging out the most delicious agony imaginable. I scream because I can’t help it. I scream into the darkness and almost—but not quite—drown out his dark chuckling. I’m giving him what he wants while he gives me what I need.
By the time he finally lets up on me, I’m drained, dizzy, but hungry, too. Hungry to give him the kind of pleasure he gave me. That’s why I sit up, reach for him, find his waistband and unbutton his jeans so I can dip inside and take him in my mouth the moment he’s free.