Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“You like when it hurts too,” he practically growled, tightening his hold on my hip.
He pounded into my pussy so savagely that the pain began to feel heavenly. I was on the verge of coming, pleading for him not to stop. My nails dug into leather, I silently screamed when the feeling in my lower stomach burst, sending white-hot pleasure coursing through my veins.
“There you go, that’s beautiful. You feel so fucking good,” Judas moaned appreciatively as my pussy contracted around his dick, squeezing him tight as he fucked me harder.
I whimpered again when a prickling sensation erupted across my scalp, he forced my head back even further, rendering it almost impossible to swallow. His lips came to my damp, heated flesh and he licked and nipped his way to my ear. Not once did he slow in what he was doing. He continued to roughly thrust inside me with an almost terrifying ease.
“Remember whose fucking you right now, making you come so hard you lose your ability to speak. Whose making it hurt like you need it to. Why your pussy is so wet your thighs are soaked.”
I swallowed inaudibly, unable to do anything but breathe heavily and moan. Skin hitting sweat-drenched skin filled the air with the sounds coming from my mouth. It was never-ending. By the time he pushed himself and bottomed out I’d long stopped being able to hold myself up and had come two more times.
He kissed the side of my face as his dick emptied every drop of his come inside me. At this moment, I thanked my lucky stars I was on birth control.
Without a word he pulled out, causing me to wince as the ramifications quickly set in. My pussy felt like it had been initiated into a gang.
The muscles in my thick, sticky ass thighs were reduced to limp strands of string.
And Judas knew.
He always knew what he did to me and how good he’d done it. I wouldn’t deny I came harder than I had in a long time or that I screamed for more. I wouldn’t dispute anything he whispered in my ear because it was all true. None of that changed that I’d said fucking no. I righted myself and turned to face him.
Aside from a light sheen of sweat, he looked as put together as possible, like he hadn’t just been fucking me brutally. I knew I had to look exactly as I felt, raw and thoroughly used. It fanned my anger and humiliation.
“Why did you do that to me?”
“Because you deserved it.” He turned away and retrieved his cellphone from the Pesadilla jacket he’d discarded earlier.
I stared at the back of his head, unable to settle on anyone's emotion or response. He could be so good to me and then there were the times like these that were happening more and more frequently.
“There’s somewhere I need to be. You need to stay here for now. Check my third drawer down for something to change into.”
That was it? How could he sound so casual? He didn’t bother to look my way when delivering the order. I swallowed, shocked to feel tears burning behind my eyes. I wasn’t a crier by nature. I took this as a testament to how bad this was all getting to me.
Not only what happened less than ten minutes ago, but everything collectively. Dax, the missing jock, Audrey, my parents. Him. I hadn’t had a chance to truly sit with myself and deal with any of it. I was close to losing control with each passing moment.
This just wasn’t me—and I hated whoever it was.
“I hate you.”
He stopped texting and looked over at me. His beautiful eyes seared straight into my troubled soul. Lowering his phone, he moved so that he was in front of me, forcing my head to tilt back so that I could hold his gaze. He smelled of sweat, sex, danger, and jasmine—he smelled like us.
“What did you just say?” he questioned softly.
I repeated myself, the admission weakened by the way it was chocked from my lungs
“I said I hate you.”
“Ah, principessa, that’s the best thing you could ever do. It’s a shame it isn’t true.” He brought a gentle hand to the side of my face and lowered his mouth to mine, staking a final claim against my trembling lips before walking away.
CHAPTER TEN
He didn’t have to voice his displeasure for it to be known. Thomas Green was balding, pushing forty, and had been blackmailed by two adolescents into betraying his boss.
He was an easy target to get what we needed. His desire to keep hidden that after he let a man twice his size leave a gaping hole in his ass, he went home fucked his poor wife, and kissed his kids with a mouth that swallowed come, surpassed his loyalty to the Clermonts.