Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Take a deep breath for me, angel.”
I did as he commanded without a single moment of hesitation. As I filled my lungs, he pressed some gauze against my thigh. The pain was so intense my vision whited out, and my breath left me in a whoosh. But I didn’t make a sound.
A silent yell of pain passed through my lips, but I refused to let it win. I refused to voice it, and when it passed, the pain still throbbed in my thigh. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth.
“Good girl,” the stranger purred. “You were so good for me. Do you want your reward?” he asked.
I knew I should ask him to take me home or even call my family and have someone send a car to wherever we were to get me. I should be demanding some kind of sweatpants or something to cover my legs, and a phone.
Amelia would have made demands.
I just sat there, mesmerized by the dark eyes with flecks of fire, and nodded like some obedient fool.
His hand moved down my jaw to my throat and he wrapped his fingers around it.
He wasn’t hurting me. It didn’t feel violent; it felt possessive.
Somehow, I knew he would not choke me; he was reminding me to behave.
Having already secured the gauze after blotting my leg dry, his other hand moved higher up my thigh. I tried to slam my legs closed as a reflex, but he was still standing between my knees.
He clicked his tongue, and his fingers tightened around my throat. Still, it wasn’t hurting me or even restricting my breath. It was a warning.
“Be good, little angel, and I’ll make you feel good,” he whispered, and a little whimper left my lips.
The heat seemed to go from his palm against my neck into my skin, and it traveled straight to my core while his fingers brushed over my panties, sending little shocks of electricity through me. No one had ever touched me there. No one had dared get too close to me.
“Maybe you’re not my good little angel,” he said with a low, dark laugh. “I can feel your thighs trembling around my hips, your pulse racing under my fingers, and your pussy has already soaked through your pretty, plain panties. Your cunt must be so wet for me.”
I said nothing. What was there to say? There was no way I could hide anything from him, not like this. He could feel my desire. I was sure he could also see down the shirt he had lent me, and the way my nipples were hard for him. He knew I ached for him to do so much more.
That didn’t mean I could say it.
“No, I don’t think you are my good angel. You are my bad girl, who would benefit far more from a punishment than a reward. After all, you got yourself in so much trouble. You should have known better. Now, you interrupt my day, and I have to take the time to tend to your wounds. Does that sound like a good or bad girl to you?”
When I didn’t answer, his fingers tightened around my throat, and he leaned in.
“Answer me,” he growled. I gasped as his breath against my ear seemed to light up every nerve I had. My entire body was buzzing.
“I want to be good,” I said.
“Maybe, but I promised you a reward.” He straightened, his fingers slipping under my panties, and he pressed my clit with his thumb. My body bucked under him. “One thing you should know about me, angel. I always keep my promises.”
His thumb started tracing little circles around my clit, and a finger slid deep inside me. “Stay still,” he demanded. I couldn’t help the gasp that left my lips.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” he asked.
I shook my head no.
“Has anyone ever tasted this tight little pussy of yours?”
Again, I shook my head. Between my dad’s money, my mother’s personality, and my brother’s job as the DA, no one had ever been bold enough to date me, let alone do something more.
“Have you ever taken a man inside you?”
“No,” I blurted out. Lying was a sin but then again… so was this.
He shouldn’t be asking me such an intimate question. I wasn’t going to tell a complete stranger that I wasn’t still a virgin. Besides, that fumbling one and only time was so quick I practically still felt like one.
He leaned down again, and I thought for a second that he would kiss me, but he didn’t. He stopped just before our lips touched, and he curled his finger up, pressing into the most fantastic spot inside of me.
I moaned again, not able to help it. My cheeks were catching fire again, and my fingers opened and closed at my sides. I wanted to reach for him, to feel his bare chest, and maybe even touch him as intimately as he was touching me, but I didn’t dare move.