Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I see it,” I whisper and I can almost feel him standing behind me. I feel his mask brush the skin of my shoulders and his hands dig into my hips.
“Standing there on the bridge, you’re only inches from a low railing, and you’re absolutely sure that if I push, you will fall. And I promise, you will drown. The water’s too fast, the bridge is too high, and it’s too dark. You’re mine, Laura, like always.”
I breathe deep, smelling him, feeling him. “I understand.”
“Good. I turn you around to face me. I push you back against the railing so the cold metal digs into your ass. You grip on the top, your back nearly out over the water, as I drop my fingers between your legs. Do you like that, baby? Does it feel good when I stroke your pussy?”
“Yes,” I moan as my own hand mirrors his in the story. Now this is something I have experience with: I may not get touched by men, but I sure as hell touch myself all the time. A girl’s got needs. “God, that’s good.”
“I tease you, Laura. I swirl my fingers around your clit before pressing them deep inside of you. I stroke them in and out and tell you how beautiful you are and how badly I want to shove you into that water.”
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, back arching.
“You like that, don’t you? You like when I wrap one hand around your thigh while the other finger-fucks you nice and deep. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Soaking,” I admit and it’s true. I touch myself, mirroring his story, and it feels so fucking incredible.
“I want to watch you drown, baby. I want to squeeze your neck until you stop moving. And I want to fill your pussy until you scream. Does that scare you? Do you want me to stop?”
“Please don’t,” I gasp, because I am absolutely fucked up beyond belief, but I need him to keep talking. I’m so damn close. “More. Give me more.”
“Your pussy’s dripping down my palm as I slam my fingers deeper and I push you out a little bit, holding you by the throat, until you’re inches from slipping off. One wrong move, one jerk of your hips, and you’ll tumble from my grip, and you will die. The most fucked-up part is, neither of us can tell if that’s what we want. I need you to come, I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life, but I also want your last moments to be filled by my fingers and an orgasm. I need you on the edge, in pain, uncertain, and coming so hard your mind’s broken and your pussy’s a messy puddle. Come for me, baby, come so hard you’re not sure what’s pleasure and what’s pain.”
My back arches and my trigger pulls. I’m all his, all his, as his words wash over me, and I don’t even know what he says after that as I have the second-best orgasm of my life. I’m gasping for breath, whimpering, and slowly pull my fingers out from my soaking pussy.
He groans and I can tell he loves this. I look at myself on the screen, and I’m flushed and a little sweaty.
“Lick them clean,” he commands.
And I do it. I raise my fingers to my mouth and suck them. They’re a little salty, but it’s not bad. Excitement swells in my core again, even though I’m still coming down from my last orgasm.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Do you think you won the game tonight, Laura?”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I did what you asked.”
“Yes, baby, you did. And you won’t know if I recorded it either. Tomorrow night, I want you to touch yourself, just like this, whether I’m on the screen or not, and I want you to think about how I could ruin you if that’s what I wanted.”
I bite my lip, not sure if I’m angry or turned on again. It’s honestly both. “You’re a twisted asshole, aren’t you?”
He laughs, head tilted back, mask facing up. I watch his throat bob slightly as he nods. “Yes, baby, I am. That’s why you can’t get enough. See you soon, little demon.”
Then he’s gone. The screen goes black. I stare at it and slam the spacebar, but nothing happens.
I lean into the pillows and sigh. My body feels like jelly. My head is a conflicted mess of anger and worry.
And the sickest part is I’m going to have such a great freaking orgasm tomorrow.
Chapter 11
Marco
Itoss the jackal mask into the corner of my office and pace back and forth across the room.
Fuck. Fucking hell. God fucking fuck.
I didn’t want to do that. I tried so hard not to do that. I focused on alliance-building over the last two weeks, running errands with Ronan, negotiating with Julien, but in the end I still couldn’t stay away from her.