Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
She nibbled on her lip, trying not to let it affect her, but who was she kidding?
Her pussy had grown slick from the moment he touched her. As for her breast, her nipple was hard, pointing into the curve of his palm.
“I love how responsive your body is, baby,” he said.
“I bet you say that to all of the women.” She stirred his coffee and then tried to turn in his arms. Evil let her, but she got the sense that if he didn’t want her to, she’d stay in place, at his mercy.
His coffee was in her hands.
“Here you go.”
He took the mug from her and had a quick sip. There was no sign in his gaze that it was too hot.
Evil reached behind her, and she heard him place the coffee cup down on the counter. He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking across her lips.
She couldn’t resist looking at his lips. They looked so tempting. It wasn’t fair.
Evil didn’t make her wait. He slammed his lips down on hers. At the same time, his hands traveled down to her shoulders, and he started to push the straps of her dress down.
She didn’t fight him. Just let it happen.
The negligee was no match for his strength. The straps tore beneath the pressure, and it ended up in a heap on the floor.
Evil grabbed her hips and spun her around, placing both of her hands on the counter. “Stay still.”
He moved her feet apart, and she felt him spread the cheeks of her ass. His fingers stroked between her thighs, spreading open her pussy lips, and then she felt the hard ridge of his cock as he started to press it inside her.
She whimpered. He’d fucked her three times already, and even after that, her cunt wasn’t quite used to him as he began to work in and out of her pussy.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to contain her pleasured cries.
Evil saw it. He wrapped his fingers around her neck, not squeezing tight, just holding her. “Let me hear you scream, baby. I want to hear all of it.”
His other hand was back between her thighs, stroking her clit. Even as she tried to keep her arousal under control, he was determined to make her feel every single little thing. There was no holding back. This was pure control. And she loved it.
His name fell from her lips, and it felt so right.
He started to fuck her. Sliding his cock in and out of her, filling her to the brim. With the way he teased her clit, she couldn’t help but thrust back against him, work his dick inside her, and seek that bliss he was holding within her grasp.
Evil sped up his thrusts, making her cry out, moan, ache, and then, he threw her over the edge and she called his name. At the same time, he growled against her ear as he found his own completion.
Chapter Five
“Please, I’m begging you. I don’t know anything.”
Evil stared up at the man who had already pissed himself multiple times. Wearing a noose around his neck, precariously balanced on a plastic crate, would do that to a man. According to his informants, this piece of shit was paid to spy on him. This man here was solely responsible for feeding the information to his enemies about Noelle’s existence.
It had come to him a week ago. The night he first fucked Noelle. He couldn’t believe it had already been a week. Noelle belonged to him.
She was currently back at his casino with Arnold and a couple of his men he did trust. The bruises on her face were healing fast, and it pissed him off how determined she was to carry on with life, working for him.
The past week, he had barely left her side, but that first night, she had fallen asleep in his arms, and he’d looked at her. The bruises were a reminder of what he’d seen. What she had been through before he was able to get to her. The damage that could have been caused if he hadn’t been deep in stalker mode when it came to this woman.
He couldn’t shake the feeling and wondered how his enemies knew. Noelle was his secret. He hadn’t been careless with her life. He’d gone out of his way to make sure she was taken care of. That all of her needs were met.
Yet, someone had found out the truth. That someone was going to die today, but not before he made sure they wished they’d never met him or Noelle.
He stared at the man who was fighting to stay on the plastic crate. One had already broken, as had a second. This was the third and last.
Once this was broken, the man would die.
Evil wasn’t affected by his flailing or the pleas for his sorry life. Forty-five years, Evil had been alive. All those years, he had rarely met someone he would consider innocent. Noelle was the only exception.