Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I knew my dad’s power, knew that his money commanded respect from everyone. From the police commissioner to the governor. But this man who seemed too young to be one of dad’s contemporaries didn’t seem to care about that.
The fear only escalated once he’d drawn the piece of cloth from his pocket and growled at me to turn around. “No!” I’d shaken my head and tried inching away from him but he’d only grabbed me by the arm, turned me roughly with my back to his chest and tied the soft cloth over my eyes. I almost peed myself right then, but thank heavens I remembered who I was and called on my inner reserve to calm myself down. There’s always a way out. I just have to use my head.
With my eyes closed and sound my only guide, I’d tried to make sense of what was going on, but the fear blocked me. Once we’d come to a stop the fear only amped up that much more and when he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and brought me here I still didn’t know what to expect.
Of course I’d tried to escape as soon as he put me down, but that only seemed to anger him more. The first time he forced himself into my body I thought he would split me in two. His hiss at finding me a virgin and the things he said made me blush even now. What made me blush even harder was the fact that by the second time he took me my body had betrayed me. That I can never forgive.
I don’t believe that drivel he’d told me about dad either. In nineteen years I’ve never heard anyone say a bad word about him or my family for that matter. A family who’s been one of the premiers in our town going back a couple centuries.
I never got involved in dad’s business, so I knew very little about that, but I knew the man that he was and he would never cheat anyone. Whoever this Nicolo person was he was nothing but a lying monster. I would’ve called him something else but even as I thought it my body remembered. I was embarrassed at the heat that started between my thighs. What had he done to me?
I concentrated even harder on finding a way out. My eyes finally landed on something that could be of use to me and I hopped off the little cot and went to get it. I was back in place when he returned carrying a tray. I looked away from him and refused to even acknowledge his presence. He placed the tray down next to me. “Eat.” I looked from the sandwich and juice to him and turned my back.
“Fuck, like I don’t have anything better to do.” He grabbed my face and tried to force the bread into my mouth. It was just the chance I needed. I brought the stake from beneath my leg and swung at his face. He knocked my hand aside and jumped back out of the way. It was so fast I didn’t even see him move.
I felt tears of frustration burn my eyes as he looked at me in shock. I waited for the blow that was sure to come, but instead all he did was reach down and pick up the iron stake I’d found in the corner. It was part of one of his torture devices but someone had left if off. It would’ve done a lot of damage had I done it right but now I’d missed my chance.
He flung it aside and I scooted back on the narrow cot as he advanced. “Don’t you come near me you fucking asshole.” I threw every derogatory word I could think of at his head but all he did was smile as he started to get undressed.
“No.” I knew what that meant, and I hated my body for reacting. How could I want more of his vicious sex? How could my body want his after what he’d done to me? Still my eyes were drawn to that thick length between his thighs and my puss leaked and clenched in need. He grinned and my eyes flew to his. He knew the bastard.
“I see your little pussy’s still hungry. Can’t get enough huh.” He had every right to me smug I guess since there was no way for me to hide my hardening nipples and the way I rubbed my thighs together as if already feeling him there.
He was like some sort of machine. From all the stories I’ve heard it usually took the male of the species a while to regroup after even one bout of sex. But for him it had been hours of nonstop pounding into my virgin body without a care and each time he’d stayed hard and stiff after, only to start all over again.