Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
The lengths this man have gone to in order to track me down, the sheer manpower he has deployed against me is incredible. These mercenaries do not come cheap. He used to hunt me on his own, but now he has realized there is no bringing me down without a cohort of trained soldiers. It’s quite flattering, or it would be if not for the predicament I find myself in.
“Hands and knees,” he growls, pushing me all the way down. “You’ll have no privileges with me. Not until you’ve earned them through submission.”
I laugh at him. I know it will gall his ego, and I try not to, but the mirth bursts free of me. I can’t help it. I know he desperately wants me to buy into this narrative of capture, but I am a fucking angel, and nothing any man can do will ever keep me captive long.
I find myself on the floor, being stripped of my clothing at knife point. He runs the blade from the back of the neck where the little hairs stand at attention as the terribly sharp edge catches on the collar of a several thousand dollar suit and proceeds to slash it from my body like baling twine from a bale of hay. This good ol’ boy angel hunter lacks any kind of appreciation for the finer things, with, perhaps, the exception of my own good self.
My bra is also sliced away, as are my pants and underwear. So much expensive lingerie gone in an impatient moment, pooling about my knees and wrists as he leaves my clothing where it has fallen and takes his place behind me.
He intends a simple and animal act of domination. What else does he have at his disposal? He wants me bent and filled in submission. I do not object as I hear the sound of his belt being loosed, and then the zip of his pants. My inner walls clench with filthy anticipation. There has always been a dark passion between us, a twisted and probably perverse attraction that has never come tangential to anything approximating love.
“Have you missed me, angel?” He asks the question in smooth, almost mocking tones.
I’d never admit to that. Of course I haven’t missed him. There’s no getting any work done when a man like Starlight is around, tearing through my place of work, bringing me to what he calls justice, and yes, roughly seducing me.
I feel that hard rod of his slide up my sex, gathering the wetness of excitement he has created. Yes, this is rather exciting. In the midst of all this destruction, invasion, and capture, I cannot claim to be bored.
The head of his hardness finds the gentle aperture of my lips, the place I might be best breached by such a creature as him. His cock rams home in one harsh stroke. This is intended to be a lesson to me. It might even be a lesson I deserve, but it will not be one I learn. Sex isn’t a punishment between this man and I, and if it is, he is punishing himself just as much as me.
“Enjoy this fucking, angel. It’s the last time you’ll feel human touch in a while.”
I arch my back and I let out a purr. He and I are still strangers in the personal sense, but our bodies know each other. My inner walls grip him in a hot, wet, welcome. My body draws him in with every rough and punishing stroke he takes.
“I am going to treat you like an animal,” he promises as his hips slap my bare ass, and his hand follows up on the out stroke. “I am going to make you submit to me in every way. This is only the beginning, Katie. Get used to living life on your knees, serving me with your body, and learning some respect.”
He has lofty ambitions, but I am unbreakable. Even with my face pressed against the rough dark carpet of the van floor, my hips lifted high to present my sex to my captor, knowing full well he intends to lock me away when he is done with me, I do not feel anything at all approximating submission.
I feel his power as he rides me, his masculine strength quite impressive for a man. I feel the intensity of his need to claim me in the harsh thrusts that seek to go deeper and deeper, to ravage and fill me, to make my soaked pussy his in the way men imagine they claim female flesh.
His cock throbs and his breath becomes ragged. I know he is close. I know that my body is serving to pleasure him, and that he is using me. I feel his energy coursing through me, a coarse, rough feeling of pure masculinity. He is a rutting animal, and I am his chosen mate.