Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
"No," I lie through gritted teeth, smirking right back.
"Well, let's see just how big of a liar you are, Dove." He ties my hands with the belt to the head rail. I struggle uselessly. There's no way for me to break free now – I am his prisoner, at his mercy, and it feels so good. So right.
"Where should I begin..." Nox takes a step back, admiring his handiwork. He looks so alive. I hope I'm the one making him feel this renewed vigor for life. "Yes, I think I want to hurt those pretty pink nipples first."
I stare defiantly ahead as he pinches my right nipple between two fingers, then begins slapping it.
"You love it when I hurt you," my stalker whispers in my ear. "Don't you, little bird?"
"N-No." My voice breaks. "Please, don't stop."
"That's right." Nox's eyes darken with something I'm afraid of, but deep down I know he's never going to hurt me like he did when I was young. And he doesn't.
Instead, he kneels between my legs and slaps my knees apart. He slides my panties down and I help him, wiggling out of them until I'm exposed. He stares at me, devouring me with his eyes until I blush under the burn of his gaze.
"So fucking beautiful," Nox mutters, more to himself than me. "I'm going to remember this moment for ever. That you loved my cock so much you came to beg for it in prison."
"Asshole," I hiss.
"Shut up, little bird, you fucking love it."
He dives between my thighs then, filling his mouth with my taste and groaning as I moan myself closer and closer to an orgasm.
"God-fucking-damnit, Dove," he mutters. "You taste better than ever."
Suddenly he pulls away, as if he's done playing games with me now. He strips off the jumpsuit and his cock bounces free, erect, the veins on it throbbing with desire. My mouth fills and I do my best to keep my breaths steady.
It's not like I can outrun him, anyway.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll have to crawl out of here," he growls. I whimper in response, but Nox is already pushing between my legs, his cockhead urgently pressing against my entrance and demanding my submission. "Goddamn, little bird. Look how you're making my dick drip... I'm so fucking ready to be inside you again."
He leans against my head, whispering in my ear, "To knock you up again."
My breath catches but it's too late, Nox is already fucking me. His cock pushes deeper and deeper, filling me up so much my eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. My toys or any other man could never live up to him. He's a fucking God, and I was born to worship him. Nox is my religion.
He fucks me like it's the first and last time combined, and I submit to him fully, allowing him in deeper than I've ever let anyone before.
"Time's running out," I manage to whimper at some point.
"Don't worry," he grunts. "I just want to keep fucking you until the clock strikes. Come on my cock, little bird. Fucking soak me."
I can't hold back once he says that and he laughs out loud at me as I moan his name, coming for him, letting him into my heart again.
"My fucking turn," he growls after, driving himself into me harder and harder until he builds up to another orgasm for both of us. We come together this time, our bodies writhing with pure pleasure as we come down from the unbearable high of being together again. "Fuck yes, Dove. Milk my cock. It's all for you, little bird."
Afterward, I'm numb.
Nox gently unties me. He takes off his orange shirt, stripping down to a white tank underneath and puts the shirt on me, covering up how indecent I am.
He carries me to the metal table and sits me in the chair. He sits opposite and holds my hands over the tabletop.
The alarm blares that our time is over. I sit there, frozen to the spot with my makeup smudged all over my face. I'm wearing the top of Nox's orange uniform, and he's smirking at me from across the table. I'm sure it doesn't take much guessing to realize what we just did here.
The double doors leading into the room are unlocked and opened. I stare stubbornly at the silver metal of the table while Nox stands up, still keeping his hands in mine.
"Sit down, Miller," the guard barks at him.
"Hey, he didn't do anything." I keep our fingers intertwined as I glare at the guard.
"Miss, I'd advise you to shut up," his friend tells me, reaching for his holster where there's a gun. I risk a look at Nox and the pain and anger in his eyes make me think he's going to kill both of them.