Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“You’re sure about that, sweetheart?” He stepped closer to me, his chest pressed against mine as he backed me up into the wall.
“Yes…something tame.” He knew I didn’t want him ever to raise a hand to me, ever to strike me the way Hank did. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be violent in any way.
He struggled to say no, to give me the slow and sensual sex he knew I enjoyed. But his entire body wouldn’t allow him to do that. It went against his nature, the beast deep inside him.
He unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. Next, he went for my bra and panties, stripping me down until I was completely naked with the exception of my heels. He yanked his tie off then forcefully turned me around without warning. He pushed me against the wall, my tits hitting the cold surface. He bound my wrists together and secured them with his silk tie. His lips remained next to my ear, breathing heavily right into my canal. “Last chance.”
I was scared, but I was also excited. “I trust you.”
He pressed his face against the back of my neck and took a deep breath, his hands pressing against the wall as they shook. Something I said went straight to his core, went straight to his being.
He kissed the back of my neck. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He undid his slacks and let them fall to the floor, his boxers dropping around his ankles. Without any warning, he shoved himself inside me, slamming into me without the gentleness he usually showed. He pumped hard and fast, pinning me against the wall while he fucked me like a madman. He gripped my hips and kept me still as he gave me his long length over and over, breathing and grunting. He fucked me harder than he ever had, like he lost his mind to the carnal temptation.
I arched my back and used the wall for balance since my hands were bound behind my back. I felt his arousal, his adrenaline, and fell into the abyss with him. His cock felt enormous like it always did, but the hurt was so damn good.
I’d already begun to scream just a minute into it. My face was pressed against the wall, and my body shook as he thrust into me like he’d never really fucked me before until now. Now that his secret was out in the open, he showed me all his true colors. He showed me just how rough he liked to fuck.
And it felt good.
“Come for me.” He pressed his mouth to my ear. “Now.”
I was on the verge, so he didn’t need to push me.
“Now.” He grabbed me by the throat and gripped me hard, his cock stretching me like I was a plaything rather than a woman.
My body responded to his command like it had a mind of its own. I came with a loud groan, feeling my entire body tighten in ecstasy as the wonderful sensation washed over me. Everything felt so good. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. “Calloway…”
He pumped into me a few more times before he released with a quiet groan, his hand still on my throat and his mouth pressed to my ear. He filled me with all of his seed, giving me another deposit of his come.
When he was finished, he rested against me, with the wall for balance. His cock slowly softened inside me, the blood draining and returning to the rest of his body. A gentle kiss was placed on my cheek then my lips, like he was apologizing for the way he’d just fucked me with abandon.
He finally pulled his cock out of me, making me wince once my pussy was barren of his size. “Let’s shower.” He still spoke with authority, but now he sounded angry—livid. The awesome sex we just had seemed to piss him off more than satisfy him.
But that couldn’t be true.
4
Calloway
I let the water wash over me, the warm drops doing nothing to cure the rage that settled deep inside my chest. Like an earthquake, the aftershocks still rocked my body even after the initial explosion had passed.
Rome finally joined me, stepping into the shower and getting her hair soaked under the water. It immediately clung to her neck as it grew heavy. She eyed me with trepidation, knowing something wasn’t right. “What is it?”
I was livid with her even though I shouldn’t be. “Don’t say that to me again.”
“Say what?”
“Don’t tempt me.” I didn’t squirt the shampoo into my hair or rub soap on my body. My arms remained by my sides where I knew they would say. “You asked me to give up everything for you, and I have. Don’t tempt me with possibilities. Don’t remind me of what I’m missing. It’ll only make it harder for me.”