Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
I allow her this time to tug me along to the water, but it’s only when her feet stand at the edge that she realizes she can’t do anything.
She turns to me. “Can you untie me, please?” she begs. “I just want to drink.”
I come to stand in front of her and cock my head. But instead of fishing my knife from my pocket, I grab my bottle and go to my knees to fill it up. When it’s full, I tower over her again and say, “Open your mouth.”
She frowns, flinching when I put the tip to her lips.
It takes her a good few seconds to do what I ask, and as the water slides into her mouth, I can’t help but watch her throat as she swallows it down. My cock tightens against my thigh again, but I will it to go down, forcing myself to think of something else.
Do not succumb to sin.
When she’s done, I gulp down the rest but spill a little. Water runs down my chest, and I catch her taking glimpses of the rivulets. When I pause and stare, she blinks and looks away.
I narrow my eyes and fill up the bottle again, determined not to let this … whatever it is brewing between us … overtake me.
April
He throws the bottle back in the bag and tugs at my rope. “Come.”
He drags me along with him, whether I want to or not, and puts me down behind a big-ass rock somewhere close but not too close to the water. He grabs two thick and heavy-looking tree branches lying on the ground and carries them to me with ease, planting them deep into the ground with all the might of a giant. Then he drapes the blanket from the bag over them.
“Are we sleeping here?” I ask.
He nods and unties the rope from his body only to tie it to a nearby tree.
Goddamn, and here I was thinking he’d finally let me off the hook. Guess not.
He points at me and says, “You. Stay.”
What the …?
“I’m not a dog. My name is April.” I throw him a scowl.
He licks his top lip while glaring at me. “April.”
The way he just said my name, his voice so low it set my body on fire, wasn’t just to affirm it.
He licked it.
Fucked it.
Owned it.
And I can’t even fucking breathe when he steps closer and goes to his knees in front of me, grabbing my shirt with one hand to lift my face up close. “Stay.”
Before I even know what to say, he’s already marched off.
I peek over the boulder, only to find him throwing off his shirt, revealing the tattooed muscular back that I could never get used to.
But what makes me gulp is the fact that he takes off his pants next.
Everything.
Until he’s completely butt naked.
Like fucking Adonis himself.
And I can’t help but gawk with my mouth wide open, unable to peel away from his magnificent body as he walks toward the lake.
But what surprises me the most is that there is still a single metal clasp around his waist, connecting to the front, but I can’t see what it’s for when he’s got his back turned to me.
He goes into the water until even the metal is submerged and starts washing. He goes underwater and comes back up, throwing his hair back like a beast and runs his fingers through it.
And for a second there, I almost want to join him.
No, April, what the fuck are you thinking?
Suddenly, he turns his head around to meet my gaze, and I’m momentarily struck in a blitz of panic.
I shoot down underneath the rock again, hiding my face in my hands because I’m too embarrassed by what I saw.
But after I’ve gathered my composure, I lean up and take a peek again.
He’s on his way back.
And my eyes should find his, but I cannot stop gaping at the contraption around his waist …
And penis.
My eyes widen.
Oh my God.
His penis is encapsulated by a barred, metallic cage.
What the fuck?
My eyes immediately swoop up to his, which are penetrating my skull like he wants to murder me.
Oh no.
I immediately hide behind the stone again and tug at the rope with all my might, trying to loosen it up so I can run before he gets here and actually kills me.
“Fuck!” I yell when it just won’t work.
Goddamn, I wish he hadn’t tied up my wrists.
The only way out is breaking them, and I don’t know if I can stomach that amount of pain.
“Had a nice look?”
A head pops up to the side of the boulder, filling my bones with dread.
“I wasn’t looking, I swear,” I lie, huddling closer to the stone.
He just grumbles and appears from behind, now wearing his pants again.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I say as he approaches.