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)
“What do you say?” he whispers. His mask must be pulled back. His lips press against my ear. “Will you be my wife? Will you be mine, little demon? Walk the left-hand path with me for the rest of our lives.”
“I love you,” I say, choking out the words. “I’m already yours.”
“Say yes.”
“Yes, Marco. Yes, Jackal. I’m all yours.”
I close my eyes and turn. I don’t see his face as I kiss him, but I feel his tongue and his lips, and I taste him flooding my mouth. Something clips onto the collar, and when I pull back, his mask is back in place and a long silver chain dangles from my throat.
He holds the other end.
“Undress,” he commands.
And I obey. My blouse comes off and drops to the floor, a puddle of black silk. My skirt comes next. My bra, then my panties. When I’m stripped for him, he makes me bend over the bed, my naked ass in the air. I’m in only his collar, wearing only his ring, and connected to a long, slender chain.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice thick with desire, and he spanks me hard. Once, twice, three times until I’m moaning and his fingers go deep between my legs, filling me up, and Jackal takes me, gets me off, and fucks me. He pulls the choker as I come and I nearly black out, gasping for air, bliss ripping down every line of my body. He fills me after, his own orgasm ripping through his body like a stone thrown into water. I’m left moaning and writhing and begging for more.
He stands back, slowly stroking his incredible cock.
“You are mine now, little demon,” he says, staring at me, in nothing but his mask. His dick is still hard and thick. I crawl to him like a good girl and take it in my mouth. I taste his cum and my pussy, and I suck him nice and slow. He gets even harder between my lips. “I am going to play so many games with you,” he whispers. “I haven’t even begun to imagine what I can do to you. But I promise, you’ll hurt, and you’ll come, and you’ll want more.”
I moan as I suck him. I go faster, lips sliding up and down his shaft, tongue rolling around his tip, until he pulls me back by the chain. I gasp and he turns me around, then he fills me from behind. I grind into him.
“Greedy girl,” he growls, stroking in slow, agonizing thrusts, sending waves of bliss down my spine. “Your messy little pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick. I’ll fill you with your own spit and let it mix with my cum.”
“Yes, please, Jackal,” I moan, fingers digging into the sheets as his words send my body into overdrive.
“You are mine, as much as I want you, and, baby, I want you more than you can handle.”
“Show me,” I plead, and he fucks me until I come screaming on his cock. “Oh, god, I’m a messy, needy girl,” I whisper as he comes too. He leaves me on the bed, pacing around it like he’s thinking about what to do to me, but I’m in a fuck coma, barely able to think. “Jackal? Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead, baby.”
“When you’re done with me, can you take me home?”
He stops pacing and tilts his head. “Where is home to you?”
I can’t help the big, stupid smile on my face. “Marco’s place. Then eventually somewhere else.”
“Since you’ve been such a good girl already, I’ll give you what you want. But I’m not done yet.”
“Good.” I stretch like a cat, smiling like a maniac. “I didn’t expect anything less.”
Chapter 43
Laura
Iline up my chisel and strike the end with my hammer. A chunk of marble falls away. The low hum of the industrial fan is the soundtrack to my brain. There’s no thought: just warm. My hands do what my hands have always done as I move around my basement studio, breaking stone, working on a new shape.
I spot him watching out of the corner of my eye. It’s impossible to hear anyone come down those obscenely expensive reinforced steps. When we told the contractors what we needed, one of them joked about murdering people, and I only smiled sweetly and told him that my recreational hobbies were none of his business. They didn’t ask questions after that.
“It’s coming along,” Marco says, drifting over. He looks tired, which isn’t a surprise. The motorcycle gangs have been keeping him busy lately with a series of elaborate and increasingly complicated hacking jobs. “Are you happy?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I admit, pushing up my respirator. “I’ve never done anything like it before.”
He nods slowly, staring at the shape. “It’s beautiful, Laura, and you’re not even done yet.”