Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
He shifts both of my wrists into one of his hands and tightens his grip.
Then he slides his free hand up my shirt and grabs my breast.
I gasp into his mouth and feel the unmistakable twitch of his cock against my thigh.
“Goddammit, your tits are bigger too,” he groans as his fingers squeeze around me.
“That’s…. because…” I pant into the kiss between hard pulls from his lips, “I’m… not—"
Suddenly he grinds his cock into my pussy at the same time his fingers pinch my nipple, cutting off what I was going to say.
My words strangle into a moan as he scrapes my bottom lip with his teeth.
It’s a clear warning not to finish that sentence.
And fuck, I don’t know what to do.
Once again, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.
I just can’t win.
Especially as he begins to roll his hips against me.
With each hard, grinding rub, I feel myself sinking deeper into his insanity.
The force of his power over me is sucking me in and the need to fight this is slipping away.
What’s the point of fighting? I wonder as something dark and hungry starts to grow inside me, something that wants to be free.
The longer he kisses me, the longer he moves against me, the more I’m losing my grip on reality.
It’s almost like a dream… a sick, twisted dream.
He knows just how to move, just how to work me up enough to fill me with trembling need.
I even start to rock my hips back, not even remotely aware of them moving.
“Yes, there’s my little Allie Cat,” he groans into my mouth and his hand slides out of my shirt. “My little Allie Cat that likes it when I’m rough with her.”
I whimper and he swallows it up, kissing me even deeper as he pulls his grinding cock away.
Instantly my thighs try to tighten and pull him back before I realize what I’m doing.
I get one moment, one terrible moment of clarity.
Then he shoves his hand down my pants and pushes his thick fingers through my slick pussy lips, tearing that moment away.
Stars explode behind my eyes as he rasps, “Fuck, I want to make you beg, but I can’t wait…”
I hear his words but I don’t understand them. No, I’m too lost in the sensation of his fingers finding my clit.
Pressure, incredible pressure begins to build inside me as his fingers move against me.
Pressing, swirling, and pinching in just the right way.
I can taste my release, it’s so close. Almost within reach.
And I want it. I want it more than anything.
Because I know once I have it, I’ll be free of this strange, supernatural power he seems to have over me.
I don’t even try to fight him as he releases my wrists to pull my shirt over my head. I don’t try to push him away when he yanks my panties down with my pants.
I let him strip me completely naked without a fight, my ass squirming against the bed.
My eyes even drink him in as he shoves his own pants down and kicks them to the floor.
As soon as I get off, I swear to myself, I’m going to kick him in those big balls and run for the hills.
And I’m almost there.
Just a little bit more, a little more pressure…
His fingers suddenly leave me, his hand grabbing me by the back of the knee as he positions himself at my entrance.
Left dangling on the edge, it takes me a second to figure out why he stopped and what the fuck is happening.
I push at his chest and say, “Wait—”
But he doesn’t wait.
With a feral gleam in his eyes, he slams his cock into me, spreading me open.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses out between clenched teeth and his head drops forward as he fills me up with every single thick inch of his cock.
My brain overloads, trying to process what he did.
He’s inside me… Oh god, he’s inside me…
Coy holds himself above me, arms trembling, breathing heavily. “You feel even better than I remember…”
Stretched and full, almost too full, I can’t stop myself from squirming.
Fuck, I think I can feel the beat of my pulse in my pussy.
His head snaps up and his eyes lock on mine, intense and full of emotion.
The anger is still there, but there’s something else. Something mixed with the anger I can’t quite place my finger on.
Something that could be love or affection...
And I have the strongest urge to hit him. Hit him and knock that fucking look right off his face.
I try to resist it, try to overcome it.
But I think I’ve reached my breaking point.
He’s put me through too much shit.
He kidnapped me, scared the shit out of my kid, almost strangled me to death, and had the nerve to make me want him.
Then he left me dangling on the edge.