Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I make no move to do as he suggests. And he just leans over farther, edging his throat along the blade. I watch, mesmerized at the small red line that appears at his jugular. But it’s his eyes that draw me back in —a striking silver in the moonlight.
“Something tells me you don’t want me to remove the knife.”
He grins arrogantly as his fingers trail up my inner thigh, and a shudder rolls through me. His lips brush against mine once again, pressing himself harder against the blade in the process.
“I’m almost certain you don’t want to fuck a dead man tonight.”
“Then don’t die,” I sass back, then sharply inhale as he stuffs my pussy with two fingers. His lips crash against mine as he takes my breath, and I’m stimulated by the two new pressures: thirsting, craving, and needing an outlet. All this energy buzzing inside me needs to be purged, and I know Eli is the only one who can take it.
He bites at my lip as the knife knicks him again, a slight growl coming from him, and I moan, hungrily wanting and needing more of that. I edge the knife in deeper, and when I do, his other hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my air supply in warning to not dig any deeper.
I’m being consumed by him as he breathes hotly against my lips. “Look how fucking wet you are for me already, Kitten. Such a good fucking girl.”
He steps out of my reach, and I snarl in irritation until my gaze locks on his very hard cock as he begins to stroke it. Blood trickles down his neck as he grabs hold of my ankle and yanks me down the front of the car. I almost fall off, but he raises my ass in the air as he hovers at my entrance.
“Do you want this cock to fill you?” he asks, still lazily stroking himself. My pussy is pounding to be filled, and I’m not so much of a saint that I can ignore my bodily desires.
“Yes,” I confess.
His eyebrow arches, beautifully split in two with the scar. “Such a fucking good girl.” He rubs his cock against my folds, and we both stare in bewilderment. How the fuck is he supposed to fit inside me?
“Did you have fun killing all those men today?” he asks as he spreads my juices over his erection. I breathe heavily, my body shaking with adrenaline.
“It’s written all over your face. We are the same, Kitten, whether you like to admit it or not. The thrill of the kill. The energy of the high. Needing that release afterward.”
“It’s a truce only this once,” I breathe, wriggling restlessly, trying to edge him into me.
He kicks up an arrogant smile. “You keep telling yourself that, Kitten.” He grabs my hip, and I hold my breath. “Look at me when I impale you with my cock,” he demands, and I do exactly as he says.
The pain is so sharp and explosive that I grunt from the sheer size of him. I wrap my arms around his neck for support as he holds me in place. This fucking man. This enigma. I can’t stop staring into his eyes because it’s like he sees every bit of me, and that’s as terrifying as it is exhilarating.
He pulls out and then hits the same spot again, triggering another hiss that quietly falls into a moan. He takes my lips again, and the fucking becomes desperate as we devour one another’s grunts and groans. I don’t usually kiss, but this otherworldly god demands his tribute.
The blade in my hand knicks his shoulder, and he hisses as he bites my lip, dragging his teeth along it as he pulls back. He stares down at me. I can taste blood on my tongue as a silent communication passes between us.
I adjust my hand, holding the knife, hooking it around his side, and angling the blade toward his back. “Do you like this?” I ask, dragging the tip from one shoulder to the other. He grunts, his pupils dilating, and he looks like he’s about to kill me.
But then his hips pull back and then thrust forward once more, impaling me again. I choke out a cry and drag the knife against his back again. He growls, slamming into me again, and then his lips are back on mine.
I can’t scream as he devours my mouth. A mix of pleasure and pain has me bucking my hips into him. My hands are working on their own, leaving small cuts down his back as he impales me again and again. My toes curl as he drives into me harder and harder.
He’s unhinged.
A monster sending me over an edge I never knew existed.
“F-fuck.”
“Scream my name!” he demands, biting at my lips again. I don’t know if it’s his blood or my blood anymore. And I can’t even string my thoughts together as he buries himself deep inside me. His hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my breath, and I limply take his thrashing.