Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“You need to get this through your head, Mirella. While you’re in my house, you are mine. All of you is mine.” He shoves my legs open roughly and I gasp in shock. But before I can complain—
He buries his mouth against mine and kisses me hard.
I fall into that kiss. Maybe it’s the steam and the heat, or maybe it’s the fact that I’m nearly naked right now and he’s touching me like I’m a beautiful instrument and he’s a master player. He strums me, plucks me, teases me, and god, I love it. He kisses like an angel and I let his tongue slide into my mouth, his taste invading my lips. I feel dizzy and incredible as he pins me back against the wall, holding my legs wide open as he kisses me, bites my lower lip, lingers closer tasting me, reveling in me.
It’s a slow kiss, a delicious kiss. It’s like he doesn’t want the moment to stop and I don’t want him to pull away. I release myself into that kiss and all the anger I’ve felt, biting him back, moaning into his lips. I want this kiss to keep going, deeper and deeper, I want him to cross the line I’m so afraid he’ll cross. I want him to shatter whatever barrier’s still remaining between us.
I want him to take me. How messed up is this? It’s definitely not what they taught at school, that’s for sure.
His lips are soft, and he kisses me like he wants to control me, and I want to let him.
Slowly, he breaks away, breathing hard, and looks into my eyes.
“Do you get it now? Or do you need more proof?”
“I don’t think I believe you yet.”
He grabs my hair with one hand. There’s no mercy in this man right now. I’m terrified but aroused, and the fear only makes my arousal so much sweeter. He pulls hard and I groan in pain as he kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth—
And with the other, he shoves my bathing suit bottom aside to reveal my soaking, dripping pussy.
I struggle slightly, twisting my hips, trying to close my knees. He grabs my hair hard enough to make me grunt in pain as he shoves my legs wide again. Before I can slam them closed, his fingers find my pussy lips and slide up and down, teasing me. Oh, fuck, that feels good. I moan into his mouth as he plunges his fingers deep inside, curling back and forth, hitting my G-spot like he was born knowing where to find it. I say his name, moaning it, back arching as pleasure breaks into my skull, and he’s kissing me harder, kissing me and fucking me with his finger, and I’m ringing like a bell, I’m burning like a wild fire, and I twist my hips as I pant and whimper.
I didn’t know I could feel so good. I’ve never been touched like this in my entire life, and all he needs to do is stroke my pussy with his fingers, sliding them in and out, teasing my clit then fucking me again, and I’m his, all his, right in this moment I’m his. Sweat rolls down me and he kisses my neck, my breasts, shoving my bikini top aside to lick the sweat from my nipples again, biting them hard enough to make it hurt, that fucking asshole, and he keeps fucking me with those fingers, faster, harder—
Until I come in a wild burst of energy. He fucks me through it and my body twitches and I’m moaning, god, I’m moaning so loud. Everyone in this house is going to hear and they’ll know what he did to me, but I can’t make myself be quiet. He doesn’t stop, he teases me through it, takes me beyond pleasure and into near blackout territory, before slowly I fall back down from heaven.
He kisses me slowly as he slides his fingers back out. I sit there panting, breathing hard, and he moves back to sit on his knees. He must be suffering so much right now, in so much pain, but he doesn’t show it.
Instead, he licks his fingers clean, one after the other, like he’s savoring the taste. When he finishes, he gently puts my bathing suit back into position as I stare at him, ears ringing.
“Now you get it,” he says and grabs his cane. He gets to his feet and tilts his head, studying me. “You are beautiful, Mirella. You are too beautiful to share, not with anyone. Don’t let me catch another man looking at you like that again.”
“Or else what?” I cover myself now, pulling my top back into position, adjusting my bottom. It’s so hot in here and my head’s still halfway up in the clouds.
“Or else I’ll drag you in here by the hair, get you nice and sweaty, and spank your wet ass until you scream. It’ll hurt, princess, but you’ll thank me for it when we’re finished.”