Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“How scared of me are you right now?” he asked low, his voice impossibly deep.
I shook my head, not sure how to find the words to tell him I wasn’t at all.
He searched my face. Then his lips crooked up in a slight smile. A dark one. “No, you’re not afraid. I think, Evelina… I think you’re truly as dark as me, and your switch is good and flipped.”
I didn’t answer, not with words. Instead, I reached for him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and pulled him toward me hard. He allowed me to move him—there was no way I could unless he gave in—and had his lips pressed to mine, when I said, “Fuck me again, Kane. Fuck my cunt here and now.”
His breathing changed then. It became frantic as he stared into my eyes. His smile turned darker, widened, and I knew he’d give me what I wanted.
I wanted to be fucked amongst the chaos.
I wanted to be fucked by this man in all the blood he himself had spilled, and I never wanted to look back at the weak woman I used to be.
13
KANE
Iwas instantly hard, my cock throbbing, as the blood of the enemies I just slaughtered filled my nose with a coppery tang.
My pulse raced, and the only thing I could think about was burying my dick inside of Evelina’s tight cunt. She was gorgeous as she looked at me with wide eyes. The fact that she wasn’t terrified that I just killed these men in front of her made me even harder.
I’d never seen anything—human or otherwise—more breathtakingly beautiful in my life.
Her lips parted as she glanced at both officers. I wanted her to fuck me right now. I wanted her to be covered in blood while she rode my cock and took what she wanted from me.
Evelina reached for me, clawing at my clothes until I was naked. And when she undressed, she pushed me back until I was flat onto the blood-soaked floor, dove her fingers into the short strands of my hair, and dragged her tongue all over my face, licking at the coppery substance that covered me there too.
I growled and let her have the power, getting so turned on that she was as crazy as I was.
We were both violent and dark.
We were perfect for each other.
She slammed her mouth on mine, fucking me there like I’d soon be fucking her between her legs.
I groaned between kisses. I bared my teeth, feeling primal and vicious in that moment as the metallic scent of blood surrounded us.
“Put me inside of you, Evelina. Fuck me while we cover ourselves in their blood.” I curled my hand around her throat and squeezed. “Fuck me until your tight little pussy clamps down on my cock and milks me dry again.” I skimmed my tongue over her bottom lip.
She reached between us, grabbed the root of my shaft, and rose, notching my cockhead at her pussy hole.
“That’s it. Do it fast and hard. Make it hurt.” Blood seeped toward us as she sank down on me just like I wanted her to. She gasped, and I knew it hurt. “Am I splitting you in two, crazy baby?”
Her head kicked back, and she closed her eyes. “You’re so big. You’re so thick.”
Evelina started bouncing on my cock, her tits shaking from the motion and making my mouth water.
I reached out along the floor, rubbed my hand through the pool of blood, and then brought my palm to her chest, smearing it all over her breasts and belly.
I found the sight of her like this, beautifully macabre, so fucking hot.
I wanted to bite her until I opened the skin, made her bleed for me, just so I could lick her clean. She reached for her chest, pressed her tits together, and started rubbing and grinding her pussy on me, working her clit so she could make her way closer to the edge.
She was fucking me like she needed to come or she’d die, and God, it was the most insanely erotic sight I’d ever seen.
She fucked the hell out of me.
I rose, latched my teeth onto the side of her throat, and bit hard enough she cried out and started bouncing on me faster.
The flavor of her blood on my tongue was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.
“Come for me,” I demanded, growling against her throat. “Give me what I want.”
She grabbed my shoulders and rocked back and forth, her voice rising as she cried out and obeyed like my good little whore.
When she panted and sagged against me, I dragged my tongue over the wound I created. When I pulled back, I gripped her neck again. “Now it’s my turn.” Before she could respond, I had her lifted off me and turned so she was on her hands and knees.