Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I walk behind her and force her back down as I come to my knees, pulling her off the knife. She gasps when I stuff two fingers inside her, feeling her up. “You’re so goddamn wet.”
I tear the knife out of the floor and take a whiff before I bring the handle to her mouth and say, “Bite on this.”
“Wha—”
I stuff it between her lips so she can’t say another word.
“Clean it,” I growl. “Taste your own excitement for me so you remember why you asked for this. You begged me to take your body in exchange for your crime. Did you expect to enjoy it so much, little thief?”
She frowns, almost ready to spit out the knife.
“Now bend over, and don’t drop the fucking knife while I fuck this pussy.”
Ivy
How dare he? How dare he remind me of my own damn wetness for him?
I want to swear, scream, shout, yell at him, but all my tongue lets out is a strangled moan as he rips into me. He’s so deep inside my body I feel untethered from gravity itself.
“Yes, that’s it, take me deep like the fucking slut you are for me,” he groans as his shaft pulses inside me, still as hard as when he was inside my mouth.
Shit. I can’t believe he can go another round. Does this guy ever have enough?
He grips my hair, twisting it into a knot as he rides me, forcing me into him over and over again. “This pussy was begging for my cock, wasn’t it? You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“I hate you,” I hiss, not knowing what else to say to let him know I would’ve never, ever, given any of this to him if it wasn’t for that goddamn debt.
“Yes, give me all your hatred, slut. It only makes me want to ruin you more,” he growls, pounding me raw.
His dick is so goddamn big, and each piercing rolls against my insides with each thrust, causing unimaginable pleasure to ripple through my body.
“I’m not your fucking slut!” I growl back through clenched teeth, which still hold the knife.
“You’re mine, and as long as you owe me this debt, twig, I’ll call you whatever name will make me want to coat you with cum. Now take it like a good girl, and maybe I’ll finally be satisfied after I’ve filled this pussy to the brim too.”
He shoves my head down into the puddle of cum on the floor and grips my thighs, pulling me closer to him with every thrust. “And you’ll beg me to do it.”
“The hell I will,” I growl back with clenched teeth.
His fingers dive underneath my belly, pushing my legs apart until he finds my clit from the top, and within seconds, I’m gasping for air, not knowing how to breathe with his fingers flicking me into insanity.
“You think you can keep this from me? I told you; I’ll take everything from you, whether you like it or not. And by the time I’m done with you, you will thank me for it.”
The taste of his cum still lingers on my tongue, reminding me of the hold he has over me. He thrusts in deep and circles his fingers around so expertly my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
“Feel that?” His middle finger presses down on my clit, slipping left and right with intent as if to remind me of my place beneath him, hungry for a fix. “That’s what being mine feels like.”
He pulls out and spears me again, and my body begins to shake with uncontrollable need.
“Don’t drop the knife, twig,” he warns. “Or there will be consequences.”
I struggle to keep it clenched between my teeth, the taste of my own juices a firm reminder of my position, my subjugation, my greed for more as he thrusts and thrusts.
“That’s it; fall apart all over my pierced cock like the slut you are,” Silas groans.
Right before I come, he stops circling, and the throbbing deep inside reminds me of how little power I have while a drawn-out groan escapes my mouth.
A wicked laugh fills the room, and he grabs the brush off the couch.
WHACK!
The hard wood leaves a heated mark in its wake, and I moan out loud.
“Make that sound again … but remember what I said. Don’t drop the knife.”
WHACK!
He hits my other ass cheek, the slap awakening a side of me I didn’t know I had. Because that slap definitely reverberated in my clit.
Oh shit.
“Are you going to scream for me, twig?” he asks. “Do it. Let the whole fucking house know what kind of a slut you are.”
He whacks me again and again, spreading the ache all over my ass until I can’t separate his thrusts from the spanking anymore. Pain and pleasure blend into one just like before, and my body literally quakes with need. My nails literally dig into the wood as he impales me while my orgasm looms closer, and my teeth clench together so hard the knife begins to cut into my tongue.