Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“You’re my little girl.” My voice is deep and possessive as I stroke inside faster. “Mine.”
She cums hard as she clings to my body, and I work her through it. Her body goes limp from exhaustion and pleasure as I use her to jack my cock.
“Shit,” I hiss when my own release is triggered.
My cock should be empty by now, but even as I pump my load in her cunt, I want to do it all over again. Being inside her is like a drug, and I’m addicted to breeding her.
She smiles as I kiss the corner of her mouth and then down her neck. Then she giggles when my fingers brush against the tight peaks of her nipples. I’ve exhausted her body with pleasure but in the best way because now she lets me have exactly what I want. Things will work better between us if she’s like this all the time.
Although when she tried to run, I got so fucking hard chasing after her. Maybe a little push back every now and then isn’t such a bad thing.
“Breakfast?” I say as I rub my nose against hers, and she nods.
Just as I’m about to stand up, I hear something that sounds like an explosion coming from outside. As quickly as I can, I pull out of her and go to the window. There’s smoke in the distance, but I can’t see what it is through the trees.
“Get dressed!” I shout, pulling on my own clothes. “I want you to hide in the panic room.”
“What?”
“There’s no time. I’m going to secure the area, and I need you safe. Come on.”
I take her hand after she’s put on my shirt and panties because we can’t wait for her to grab anything else. I’ve got on shorts, but my chest and feet are bare as we race down the hall.
There’s a false wall at the end of it, and I pull out the secret keypad and enter the code. Beside the keypad is a camera and speaker so that anyone inside can see who is on the other side of the door.
“Why do you have a panic room?” she asks as I pull the heavy door back.
“I’ll explain later.” My dad had a ton of high-profile cases with a lot of dangerous criminals, and although this is our safe house, he didn’t want to leave anything up to chance. “There’s a latch inside that will release this door, but don’t open it.”
“What about you?” I can hear the panic in her voice as I try to gently push her inside.
“I’ve got the code. I’m coming back, but I need to check this out first.”
“Mack,” she pleads and grabs my forearm. “Don’t leave me.”
I pull her against my chest and cup her face. “I’ll never leave you. I promise I’ll always come back. Do you understand me?”
She nods, and just then there’s the sound of another explosion outside. This one is even closer than the last.
“Lock the door,” I say. She quickly backs into the panic room, and I seal her in.
Once I know she’s secure, I race back to the front of the house and find the other secret keypad by the front door. The panel on the wall opens, and I slide out two handguns. Once I’m armed, I creep around the inside of the house and look out the windows. In the distance, I can see that the explosion that was farther away was the boathouse.
“Fuckers,” I curse when I see the boat is on fire.
By the time I make it around to the driveway, I see the second explosion was my car. It looks like whoever did this is trying to keep us from having any sort of transportation to leave. That means they’re planning on attacking us.
My shoes are nearby, and I slip them on as I sneak around to the back door and slide it open. There’s a ridgeline on this side of the house so it would be more difficult for someone to enter the property this way. As quietly as I can, I creep around to the front but stay crouched behind the trees.
In the distance, I can see a group of men around a van, but I don’t recognize them. I watch them for a long while to see if they have a plan, but it looks like they’re arguing with each other. They must have set the bombs and are wondering why we haven’t come outside yet. Either that or they’re waiting for someone else to arrive.
Just as I’m about to go back the way I came and get in the panic room with Whitley, I hear what sounds like a twig snap from behind me.
It’s already too late because by the time I turn around, the baseball bat is already coming in my direction. I try to hold up my hands and stop it, but as soon as it makes contact, I’m out cold.