Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Me. The Human Monster.
The thought was liberating, humbling, and electrifying. With a little moan of surrender, I gave myself up to his kiss, my arms going around his neck. I felt his body become taut just a moment before he released a low growl that had my toes curling.
His kiss became deeper, and his hands were suddenly everywhere, caressing my sides before they returned to my breasts. He groaned the moment he cupped my breasts, groaned with such longing it was as if he badly missed touching them.
Without breaking our kiss, he hauled me up, and my legs automatically went around his waist. He started walking and when my back hit the wall, he kept me up with just one arm while he used his other hand to take hold of my tank top—-
Riiiiiip.
I let out a little gasp, unable to believe that he had ripped my tank top into two. But then his mouth was back on my breast, his lips closing over my nipple. He sucked and sucked, with seemingly no intentions of stopping. He sucked my nipple so hard that I couldn’t stop my body from bucking against his, couldn’t stop myself from releasing these embarrassingly sensual moans every few moments.
When he let go of my breast, I couldn’t help but moan in protest.
He chuckled in response, but it was a pained sound.
I turned red, realizing how wanton I was being with him.
“You want me.” God, how his voice vibrated with sheer male satisfaction. It should have made me mad, but it just made me want to curl up and rub against him like a stupid little kitty seeking affection.
“Don’t you, little kitty?”
The words were whispered into my ear, and my body bucked against him again.
My telling reaction won a smile, and his voice was just as silky as he murmured, “And I want you as much.” He slowly slid me to my feet. Before I could figure out why, he had captured my hand and brought it to his cock.
I gasped, but my fingers instinctively tightened around the silken rod at the same time. It twitched in my hold, making me gasp again as my stunned gaze flew to him.
“That’s my cock, little kitty. Do you feel how much it wants you?”
“I...” I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was look at him, helpless with desire and excitement. It seemed to be enough because with a groan, he was kissing me again even as his hand covered mine, teaching me how to pleasure him.
“Suck my tongue,” he commanded huskily.
With a shudder, I did what he asked, and the pleasure of submitting to his command was nearly as great as the feel of sucking on his tongue and hearing him groan because of it. As I sucked his tongue, my hand didn’t stop moving, familiarizing itself with the rhythm and speed that his cock responded to the most.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” The words seemed to have been torn out of him. He took command of the kiss once more, and I gladly surrendered to his control. Passion had completely taken over me. All I wanted now was to do what he wanted. His fingers gripped my hips just before he hauled me closer so he could grind his cock against my belly. He began dry humping me, and I could have cried at how good it felt. Every thrust, rub, every moment of friction created by his cock coming into contact with my belly had me shuddering and writhing.
“Tell me your name.” His fingers dug hard into my buttocks just before he ground his erection against me, harder than ever.
I gasped, “Calys.” I looked up at him with dazed eyes. I couldn’t believe, after everything that happened, we were only exchanging names now. “A-and you?”
He said roughly, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Another moment passed before I realized what he meant. My heart sped up at what he was offering, and my fingers shook as I reached for the strings that held his mask in place.
He squeezed my breast, hard enough for pain to become pleasure, making me whimper. “Go on, beautiful Calys. Find out who I am.”
With a little tug, the mask dropped to the floor.
I whitened. “You.”
He raised a brow, as if not knowing how to take my shock. “Me.”
Alejandro Moretti.
I couldn’t believe my superhero was none other than Alejandro Moretti. On one hand, he was everything I expected from one of the famous Moretti twins. Or rather, make that infamous.
With his mask removed, he made an even more alluring figure. Cute guys had never been able to turn my head, but Alejandro Moretti wasn’t cute. He was beautiful. Lethally so. Everything about his face was perfection. I wished I could say he was so pretty he looked like a girl, but he didn’t. He was all male, his face a picture of both strength and beauty.