Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
“Wet already, kitty? You were waiting for this, weren’t you? Waiting for someone to take you and claim you without remorse,” he says between thrusts. “Well, don’t fucking worry, I intend to take everything you have to give and more.”
His voice comes out in a dark, breathy groan as he pushes in another finger, swirling around inside me and feeling me up. I’m helpless against the onslaught of lust building inside me.
A part of me is eager to fight, eager to form a fist and punch him in the gut, but another part of me doesn’t want to disappoint my brother. And that part … damn that part of me is strong as hell.
“So willing to do whatever it takes,” he murmurs, and the knife comes down right underneath my breast again, making me squeal with equal parts delight and anger as his lips cover that wound too.
Fuck me, he’s a sadistic motherfucker, all right.
“No wonder you were there to kill that son of a bitch,” I growl. “You enjoy blood.”
WHACK!
The knife rams into the wall right beside my head.
“I don’t enjoy anyone’s blood … except yours.”
He slams his lips onto mine and kisses me so hard I feel dizzy. I’m shocked, and not just from the electrifying current jolting between us. His mouth is scorching hot and tantalizing and everything I shouldn’t ever want or crave. And for a moment, I’m just frozen to the wall as his mouth explores mine, too stunned to bite back.
I can’t see, yet my mind explodes like a bundle of stars igniting and going out all at once. All while his fingers are still pounding into me to the point where it makes my whole body quake with need.
When his lips briefly unlatch, the groans that follow set my body on fire. “That’s it, gyrate all over my finger like a good fucking slut.”
“Fuck you,” I growl, trying to ignore the growing arousal he’s building in my body.
“If you beg for it, maybe I will,” he retorts.
“Dream on.”
“What do you dream about, Lana?” he murmurs, grasping my breast, only to cover it with his mouth, licking my nipple until it grows taut, after which he tugs at it to elicit a moan. “Do you dream of monsters to slay? Bodies to bury? Or being fucked so good you wouldn’t care about either?”
Fuck, I can’t believe he’s asking me about this. Is he trying to distract me from his fingers with his words or vice versa?
“What I dream about is none of your concern.”
But it’s so hard to even speak the words without soft moans escaping my lips. So I shut them tightly and push my arousal to the back of my mind, forcing myself to ignore the onslaught of my senses as he curls his fingers inside me.
“Oh, on the contrary, kitty … Your dreams are mine to turn into reality.”
He pulls his fingers out, and I’m surprised to feel bereft. Until he starts to flick my clit with my juices like he wants me to feel how wet I got for him.
“Do you want to know what I dream about?” he murmurs so close to my lips I can almost taste him. And fuck me, it almost, almost makes me want to lean in so I can.
“Revenge on the people who stole from me what wasn’t theirs to steal … and after I kill them, I will celebrate my victory with your little violent, wet pussy wrapped around my hard, pierced cock while you mewl and beg me for more cum.”
Fuck. It’s hard not to feel my pussy contract, and I don’t know if it’s from his fingers or his words.
Because I keep hearing that one word repeated in my mind.
Pierced.
“I didn’t ask, just get this over wi—”
WHACK!
The sudden smack to my tit interrupts me and makes me yelp.
“I will take my time, and you will learn to love it.”
“Learn?” I snort. The amount of audacity this guy has astounds me.
“Yes, you’ll need to learn how to satisfy me if we’re going to play this game.”
Game? I’m a game to him?
“What game? I don’t intend to do this again. Ever.”
But with every syllable that falls off my lips, he applies more slick twists, rolling around until I’m writhing against the wall, wishing I could ignore the obvious arousal building deep inside my core.
“Oh, you will definitely open these sweet pussy lips for me again”—he swirls around my clit—“and again”—another swirl—“and again”—another flick—“and again”—another one has my mind reeling—“until you can’t take it anymore, and even then …” He thrusts in with full fervor, making me gasp for air. “Again.”
His mouth covers mine in an instant, devouring me whole. And his lips are so persuasive that I can’t stop, even if I wanted to. I hate how he’s so easily made me a willful participant in this dirty game. The kiss is all-consuming and mouthwatering to the point that even my tongue wants to join in as he swirls around inside my mouth like he already owns me. And fuck me, I’ve never been this turned on in my life.