Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I fling around and punch him in the stomach. “Like this funny?”
My knuckles hurt, and he doesn’t even flinch. Before I know what’s happening, he kicks my feet out from under me with a swift swing of his leg, making me land on my ass with a humph.
“This move is child’s play, perky tits. You’ve got a far way to go before you can handle my worst.”
“Okay, short dick.” I hold out my hand for him to help me up.
He only laughs at the diminutive name. When he’s halfway in the motion of pulling me up, I yank hard, using the momentum to bring him down to the floor. He does a graceful shoulder roll and flips his leg over me, pinning me face down on the mat.
He chuckles. “You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that, perky tits.”
“Fuck you, short dick.”
“Wanna see? You’ll take back your words.”
“No thanks. Kicking you in the balls when your pants are around your ankles won’t be fair play.”
He laughs again. “Yep, you’re funny.” He gets to his feet and pulls me up by my arm. “We’ll start with some basic defense moves, and when you’ve gotten the hang of them, I’ll teach you how to use an attacker’s strength to beat him.”
The minute I’m up, I kick at his feet like he did with me, but he catches my leg, holding me captive.
“You’re a quick learner, and you’ve got more courage than brains, but let me do the teaching. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I hop around on one foot to keep my balance. “It’ll take a bit more than that.”
“As I said, more courage than brains. You’re small. You’ve got to learn to fight clever.”
“Okay.”
He releases me. “Ready?”
For the next hour, he drills me. By the time he calls it a day, I’m sweating.
“You better have a shower. Gabriel will be home soon.”
“I want to learn to use a gun, too.”
He props his hands on his hips and regards me from under his eyebrows. “Valentina.”
“It’s a big, bad world out there. I won’t live here forever.”
After a moment, he sighs and shakes his head. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”
I’m happy with my progress. Finally, I’m getting out of my vulnerable bubble. There’s just enough time to shower before Gabriel enters my room.
He walks up and stops flush against my back. “How was your weekend?”
“Good.”
He pushes my hair aside and kisses my neck. “We’re having a dinner party at home on Tuesday. It’ll be a late night.”
“Okay. Do you have a menu in mind?”
“Magda will brief you. It’s important to her.” He doesn’t need to say more. He wants me on my best behavior. “Don’t forget your checkup tomorrow.”
I dress the wound religiously, but it’s still red and puffy.
He puts his arms around my waist and pulls my back against his chest. “Bend over and put your hands on the wall.”
His tone is clipped, like when he’s desperate and can’t wait. My body grows deliciously warm and wet. I bend my back and brace myself on the wall. He lifts my skirt up over my waist and jerks my panties down. The metal clang of his belt sounds in the room, followed by the scratchy pull of his zipper. His cock pushes against my folds. Without warning he plunges forward, impaling me in one, hard thrust. My back arches from the friction.
“Fuck, Valentina.” He holds still, either to give my body time to stretch around his too large penis or to get a hold on his control.
“Take me as you want,” I pant, unable to keep still for much longer.
“Oh, I will.”
Gripping my hips between his palms, he pulls out almost all the way and slams back in. Pleasure ripples through my womb. He wastes no time in working me up to a climax, fucking me hard. When I come, it’s explosive, but so is his release. He grunts and keeps going until his cock is too soft to stay inside me. Only when his shaft slips out does he go on his knees and suck my clit into his mouth. It’s impossible to come again so soon, but he’s relentless. He has his teeth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy and ass. Our sounds mingle until there’s only the unique blend of our moans in the room. He makes me come again in his mouth, driving me to the edge of pleasure. My legs can’t carry my weight. When I collapse, he catches me around the waist and carries me to bed. He holds me until it’s dark outside, and then he fucks me on my back and on my hands and knees until my throat is hoarse from screaming. My body is depleted. I can’t give him any more, but I want more from him. I’m insatiable, and he’s to blame.