Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Like she’s running for her life.
Sometimes, I believe she’s really scared, that deep down, this whole thing has taken on more weight than it should.
Sometimes, I believe it when she begs me to stop and tries to crawl away from me.
Sometimes, I think it’s the wiser option to stop.
But I don’t. Ever.
Because the thing that beats inside me, the beast as she called it, is unrestrained. She shouldn’t have given him a taste, because now, all he wants is more.
Even if that ends up destroying both of us.
My pretty toy is fast, despite her short legs, but I’m faster.
She’s determined to run, but I’m more hellbent on catching her.
It doesn’t take me long to be right at her heels as the sound of my shoes echoes in the air. She squeaks, literally, and that fuels me with an unrestrained lust for violence.
And her.
It’s a new urge I didn’t know I had until I fucked her on the stairs of her house.
I don’t only have the urge for violence now. I have the urge to fuck Naomi, own her, and make her scream.
I have the urge to drag my fingers through her hair, suck on her tits, and watch her fearful yet thrilled expression.
Her pace picks up and I let her believe she can get away from me. The prey tastes sweeter when she thinks there’s a way out.
There isn’t.
Not from me, anyway.
And definitely not for Naomi.
She darts around in a zigzag pattern, probably thinking she can lose me that way. I block her right, forcing her to change direction toward a cottage Owen and I visited not so long ago.
Her eyes widen when they land on the small building, probably not expecting to find it at the corner of the vast piece of land.
Her moment of hesitation is all it takes to bring her down.
My hand shoots forward and I grab a hold of her nape. The scared squealing sound she releases is music to my ears. Even her scent of lily and peaches is mixed with the primitive smell of fear.
Her limbs flail around as she squirms and attempts to free herself from my hold, to no avail.
It’s cute that she thinks she can fight me. Even after all this time of being effortlessly subdued by my strength, she’s never gone down without a fight.
She likes it, she said once.
The fight. The wrestling. The clawing.
She likes toying with the beast and provoking him for more. But most of all, she likes leaving her mark on me as much as I leave it on her.
I clutch her wrists and yank them behind her back, then fist my other hand in her hair. “Not a fucking word.”
“No…please…” Her lips are trembling more than usual. Her pulse beating even harder than the last time I fucked her against a tree in the forest.
For a normal person, that would’ve been a red flag, something to back out from, but my beast roars to the surface, taking control of me.
All I see is red.
On her skin.
On her cunt.
Everywhere around her.
“Please…please…” Her voice breaks and wetness shines on her lids.
“Shut your fucking mouth.” I push her inside the cottage and she stumbles, her legs nearly failing her before she gets back up again.
I hit the light switch with my shoulder and I kick the door closed behind us. Interruptions are the last thing I want for what I’m planning for her.
Naomi freezes, her wild dark eyes studying our surroundings. Her gaze flits around the space that’s completely filled with mirrors. Owen’s mother collects them or something.
My toy’s dark, mesmerizing eyes are big and dilated as they meet mine through the mirror across from us. Her petite lips part and her chest rises and falls harshly as the realization of where I’ve brought her slowly registers.
My gaze holds hers hostage as I speak. “You will watch your face as I fuck you. You’ll look at how fucking wanton you become when my dick fills that tight cunt of yours.”
Her head shakes the slightest bit. I wouldn’t have perceived it if it weren’t for my hold on her hair.
“No…please…please…don’t…” Her eyes beg me more than her words. The way they widen, filling with fresh unshed tears. The way they soften until she looks like the most breakable I’ve seen.
And that’s all that my beast sees. The need to ruin her.
“You came here dressed like a slut. Is that what you want to be treated as? Do you want your cunt filled with my cum?”
“No…”
“How about your ass?”
“No…please…”
“Have you had anyone in that tight hole of yours, my filthy slut?”
“No…”
“So it’s as virgin as your cunt was when I first took it?”
“Yes…”
“Will you bleed for me this time, too?”
“Please don’t hurt me…please…stop…”
It’s a game of ours. Her please, no means yes, please and her stop means go on.
I shove her down and she gasps as her knees hit the floor. Then I release her hair and lift her up so her ass is in the air. She tries to look back, but I smack her on her half-visible ass cheek. “Eyes ahead. Look at your flushed cheeks.”