Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I tried to make myself step back and think, but when I looked down at his bare ass, I was lost. I didn’t think I’d ever seen such perfection. His cheeks were round and perky, and his skin had a light tan like he’d sunbathed naked. Maybe I was dreaming.
I could see him lying on the beach on a secluded island, offering himself to men who walked by. “No, dammit. I don’t share.”
“You don’t have to.”
Fuck. I’d said that out loud.
“I’m all yours.”
“Damn right you are. I could do anything I wanted with you.”
“Including chopping me up in pieces and burying me in the woods?”
My breath caught, and I shook my head. “No. Not that.”
“You prefer a clean shot through the head. That’s really easier. Less mess.”
He was teasing me about me killing him. This was… “Shut the fuck up, or I’ll gag you.” How could he be so startling and so annoying at the same time? “What the hell am I doing?”
“Fucking me. Using me. Giving me what I deserve for interrupting your evening.”
I growled. “I mean it about the gag.”
“Then stop thinking out loud and show me who’s in control.”
I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be in control of this whole scenario, but if I were, I would have tied him up, and Grant would be on his way to interrogate him.
Instead, I was taking one more step into the deep end and dragging this man with me. Not that I thought he didn’t deserve to go. What the hell was he doing out here looking into my house at night? And why was I so comfortable with him, despite the insanity of the situation? I’d already spoken to him more than I’d spoken to anyone in a long time.
This was Texas. No one would question me for shooting a trespasser, but punishing an intruder like this? That was definitely not okay.
Ignoring my last shred of common sense, I shoved his shirt up and ran a hand over his lower back, then down over his ass. He lifted up, fitting himself to my touch. There had to be something wrong with him.
“Shouldn’t you be scared?”
“I am. I just happen to get off on it.”
“Do you make a habit of doing this?”
“Stalking around dark cabins so I can get fucked by Papa Bear? No, this is my first time.”
“Good.”
“Ooh, you’re possessive. I like that too.”
I slapped his ass, and he groaned. Was there anything he didn’t like?
I grabbed his hands and jerked them behind him, using one of mine to pin them at the base of his spine. I glanced around and grabbed the closest thing I could find—my pajama pants. I wrapped one leg around his wrists, then tied it viciously tight. He fought me, but he was no match for my strength. I knew his wrists were too constricted, but from the way my dick was begging to get inside him, I wouldn’t have him like that for long.
He struggled, trying to free his hands. “Untie me.”
“No. I told you if you walked into my cabin, I would do anything I wanted to you.”
He fought against the fabric, but he wasn’t having any luck loosening it. He wasn’t as strong as I was. Still, I figured he would eventually free himself since the fabric was old and worn, but that wouldn’t happen before I had what I wanted.
He tried to stand up, and I shoved at his back, making him hit the mattress hard. I dug my hands into his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. When I spit on his hole, he gasped.
“Wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into? Most people stay away from me because they think I’m crazy. Now you’ll get to decide if you agree.”
He was breathing hard. When he looked back at me, I saw fear in his eyes for the first time, but that didn’t stop me. I picked up my gun and pointed it at his head. “Don’t move.”
He lay so still I doubted he was even breathing as I walked around the bed and pulled lube from the drawer.
He watched wide-eyed as I opened my pants and slicked myself up one-handed while keeping the gun trained on him.
“I… I’m not going to run. I…” He licked his lips. “I want that. He was staring at my dick.”
“You’re a sick motherfucker.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve gotten myself into trouble over dick plenty of times. Why should tonight be different?”
“Because I might be more trouble than you think.” I double-checked the safety and laid my gun on the bed again.
When I teased his hole with my lubed fingers, he groaned, the sound low and animalistic. This was going to be one damn good fuck. I might pay dearly for it, but I was in control now. He was utterly mine, and it had been too long since I’d been the one in charge of another person, holding their pleasure—and their life—in my hands. When I pressed the tip of my cock to his ass, he sucked in his breath.