Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“I fucking love your body,” he tells me. “The feel of it beneath my fingers. The look of it. Your taste. Every-fucking-thing about it is perfect to me.”
His words send a shiver down my spine.
His hand presses at my waist until I let him move me down the wall closer to the dresser.
“Get on your knees.”
My knees feel weak anyway. I don’t want to, but I don’t want anything worse to happen, so I fall to my knees.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, looking down at my teary eyes. He caresses my jaw briefly, then lets go and grabs a condom off the dresser.
I swallow as he holds it out for me to take.
I do, my heart sinking.
He didn’t put a condom on last time he wanted me to suck him. I’m on my knees, so I thought… but maybe…
“Silvan…”
He grabs a small camcorder off the dresser, flipping open the side and removing the lens cap.
I shrink away, unsure what he’s doing.
“Now open it, Sophie.”
My fingers shake as I slowly tear open the foil packet.
I don’t understand why he’s recording me doing it, but I don’t like it.
“Look up at me.”
He’s towering over me. I wonder how vulnerable I must look down here.
His lips tug up, and he presses a button. “That was perfect, baby. You’re such a good girl. Give it to me.”
I do, and confusingly, he puts the open packet on the dresser.
“Now, when I turn this back on, I want you to take off those ripped-up tights and then look up at me.”
I sniffle, shifting my weight to sit on my butt so I can peel off my shoes and the ruined hosiery.
“Perfect. Up on your knees. Unzip me.”
Moisture leaks out of the corner of my eye. I dash it away before getting up on my knees. The hardwood floor is too hard, and the room is too cold. I shiver, my shirt hanging open, but I guess at least it gives me a little coverage.
Gripping his hip for stability, I try to ignore the feel of him solid and real beneath my fingertips. I tell myself I just have to get him off, and then he’ll leave me alone, but I don’t think it’s the truth.
I tug down his zipper and feel his huge cock straining against the fabric. Drawing in a shaky breath, I look up at him. “Do you want me to pull them down?”
His lips tug up, and he presses a button on the camcorder. I watch, confused, as he closes the screen and sets the camera aside, but I’m still waiting for an answer.
He offers his hand.
Tentatively, I take it.
He pulls me to my feet, and I feel an initial burst of relief before I realize I may be getting ahead of myself.
He walks me over to the bed and stops at the foot.
“Turn around to face me. When I get the camera and start walking over here, you’re going to keep your eyes on me and take off your panties.”
“Silvan, I… I don’t want anyone to see a video of me.”
He ignores me; his attention caught on my lips. His brow furrows, and he murmurs, “We need to rough up this mouth a little first.”
My heart stalls because I’m not sure what that means, but my brain goes straight to violence.
Would he hit me?
I can’t imagine he would, but I don’t really know him that well.
I lurch away as he reaches for me, but he grabs my neck and my waist, pulling me in and trapping me. I struggle to get away, but his mouth crashes into mine with startling brutality. I cry out and gasp at the force, still struggling to break free as he holds me captive and ravages my mouth more savagely than when he’s kissed me before. It feels less like hunger and more like an assault.
I’m shaking when he finally breaks the kiss.
I want to curl up in a ball in the corner and find safety, but he won’t let me cower. He won’t let me go.
“Silvan, please. I just want to go home,” I whisper.
He keeps me pulled against his chest. He’s solid and unyielding, but right now, it feels more like a wall I’m chained to than a haven I can count on for safety. “First, you’re going to do what I told you to.”
I lie to myself that maybe if I do what he wants, he’ll let me go.
I can’t make myself believe it, though, so my body trembles in the sudden cold as his body heat leaves me, and he walks away to grab the camera.
Chapter Eighteen
Silvan
She’s shaking as I stalk toward her with the camcorder on.
Doing her best to please me, though, she pushes her panties down past her lovely thighs. A tear streaks down her cheek as she bends to shove them below her knees, and then the fabric pools on the floor at her feet. Her tremulous gaze meets mine, and when she thinks it’s what I want, she steps out of them.