Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Wait, you don’t watch TV?”
I shake my head.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who doesn’t own a television.”
“When you aren’t stuck in front of a television, you learn to appreciate genuine beauty,” I say, looping my fingers through hers. “Trust me, there are so many better things in life than technology. Besides, I’ve spent a good chunk of my life hating reporters. Fuckin’ bloodthirsty leeches.”
“It must be nice,” she murmurs, moving her fingers away and clutching her water bottle.
I snag her wrist, pulling the underside to my lips and lavishing it with tender kisses. She shudders softly, and somehow, every sensation running on a current in her body jumps into my veins.
“Damn, if it doesn’t seem like we’re connected somehow…” I slip a thumb down the angle of her cheekbone. “Every look you give me shoots electricity through my system.” My lips press closer to her ear. “You’ve got me thinking about so many sinful things. I should’ve brought some holy water to cleanse my mind of every sinfully decadent thing I want to do to your body.”
“Oh?” Her one-word reply is soft and wispy.
I trail my fingertips up her arm, and she relaxes under my caress. The scent of her is fucking intoxicating. My mind spins. A feral need to ravish and possess her rises within me, to bury myself so deep that neither of us will know where the other begins and ends. “I’m a vigorous man, Sparrow. A man who prides himself on discipline and control, but when I’m with you, I’m like a wild animal. I don’t want to just fuck you, Cash. I want to consume you. Have you under me begging for mercy. It’s fucked up.”
“Gunner,” my name slips from her lips like a moan.
I trail my hand down her body, pulling her shirt down with her bra to expose her full tits. I pull back, my knuckles whitening as I grip the steering wheel and gaze at the horizon. “You need a safe word.”
“Fever.”
She responds so quickly that I’m taken aback. People usually ask what a safe word is or look confused, but not my sparrow.
I tilt my head, focusing on her pretty face. “Do you know what that is?”
“A safe word? Yes.”
My body relaxes. This won’t be a drawn-out conversation. “What are your hard limits?”
“No golden showers, no scat. Not into knives and don’t want to be shared. No vomit. I mostly like to be degraded, and I have fantasies...” She trails off and lowers her gaze.
“What fantasies?” I coax.
My hungry gaze devours her as she adjusts her bra and covers herself. I don’t like it. I hate it.
“I like rough sex.” She rubs her hands on her jeans and takes an audible breath. “How do I say this?”
“It’s okay.” I raise my hand in the air. “I’m a judgment-free zone.”
“I have rape fantasies. I need to be fucked like I don’t want to. Rough. I love being called names. Degradation is my favorite. Marking and biting is a favorite. Well, I assume it will top my list. I’ve never done that before. I wasn’t allowed to mar my skin, but I’m open to trying. No, not open to it. I would like to be bitten.” She gazes at me quickly before looking away. “It’s a lot. I totally get it if that’s not your thing. Vanilla is okay, but I won’t come that way.”
My cock is going to burst the fuck out of my pants. I lunge for her throat, using it to pin her to the car door. “Remember your safe word, Sparrow.”
Her heavy breathing pushes her big tits up and down. I tear off her shirt like an animal, exposing her pretty black lace bra. Her nipples pebble, making my mouth water, desperate for a taste. “I want to bite your nipples, Sparrow. Leave my mark on your skin.”
She arches her back, presenting her tits to me in an invitation.
It fucking kills me how responsive she is. How she looks at me with those intensely gorgeous eyes makes me want to drop to my knees and promise her fucking everything.
“Does the idea of me fucking you here like an animal make you hot?”
“Yes.” She nods, and her eyes shutter closed as her breathing picks up.
“I can make all your dreams come true, Sparrow. Take you here, your head pushed into the dirt, my cock aggressively spearing your wet cunt until you cry. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sparrow?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Beg. Tell me what kind of worthless little slut you are and how the only way you’ll be worth a damn is if you have my cock in your wet, worthless cunt.” My thumbs are at her throat, caressing her soft flesh, needing her to say she wants me as badly as I want her—like I need my next breath.