Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Knee him in the balls.
I try to lift my knee, but he anticipates the move and drops a hand to block my attempt. Then he chuckles, looking down at me with dark amusement splashed across his handsome face. “Nice try, baby.” Palming my raised knee with one hand, he drops the other from my breast.
My relief is short-lived. It occurs to me belatedly that by raising my knee, I gave him easier access. I try to free my leg, but he already has my knee in a firm grip. His hand slides between my legs, and I can’t even stop him.
“I said no,” I growl, aggravated and hot all over from struggling against his brute strength. I can’t think of a single thing else to do, so when his palm comes to cover my pussy through the thin fabric of my gray sleep shorts, I slap him right across the face.
He freezes, and I do too. My heart drops like a rock and I stare up at him wide-eyed as he slowly turns his head and locks gazes with me. Even here in the shadows, I can see his eyes are burning like two emeralds tossed on a pyre.
I know I only have a split second before he recovers from the shock, so I take advantage of it and shove him. He falls back, not braced for it, and I run like hell toward the staircase on my left.
“Oh, I don’t fucking think so,” he says, making my heart pound when I hear him come after me. I only make it a few feet before he grabs me around the waist, yanking me back against him so roughly, it knocks air out of my lungs. “You want to play rough, huh?” he murmurs, his hot breath hitting my ear. “I can play rough.”
“Landon, please.”
My breath catches in my throat as he ignores the pleas he tried so hard to get out of me the night he broke into my house and drags me toward the sunken living room. I’m trying to fight his bruising grip and push back to keep him from taking me wherever he’s taking me, but all I end up with is a stubbed toe. I nearly fall on the step down, but Landon’s arm is locked around me so tight, he keeps me up even when both of my feet leave the floor.
“Please,” I say again, my desperation growing as he hauls me toward the couch. “Landon, let me go. Let me go.”
And then he does, but not so I can run away.
So he can shove me over the arm of the couch.
At first, I think he’s just trying to get me on the couch so he can climb on top of me and trap me underneath him, but instead of shoving me forward onto the cushions, he grabs my hips and adjusts my position so I’m still hanging over the arm.
Then he wrenches my thighs apart and I realize he’s not trying to shove me anywhere—I’m already in the position he wants me in.
“Stop!”
I try to look back at him and kick him away, but he grabs the back of my skull and pushes my face into the couch cushion. I panic when he holds it there, then icy fear slides down my spine when he says, “You lost the privilege of looking at me when you hit me. You want to play rough, we’ll play rough. But don’t expect fucking kisses and eye contact.”
My body is stuck in fight-or-flight mode, but I can’t breathe shoved into the couch cushion like this, so I try to calm down and stop fighting him. As soon as I stop, his grip eases slightly so I can breathe even though my face is smashed against the couch cushion.
As soon as I stop fighting, he releases my skull, then both hands return to my hips. “Now, keep that pretty mouth shut and put your ass up like a good girl.”
I gasp, grabbing the edge of the couch cushion as he rams his hips forward and shoves his hardness against my entrance. There are four layers of clothing between us, but it feels like an inadequate barrier as he grips my hips tighter and forces himself against me. He grinds his hardness into my soft parts, making my heart pound so fast it’s all I can hear, and leaving my stomach a jumbled mess.
“You like that?” he asks roughly, grinding his cock against me so hard it hurts. Rubbing it up and down, up and down.
“Landon.” My voice comes out a ragged whisper. He keeps thrusting against me. I hold tight to the edge of the couch as he uses my body to satisfy his. His bulge grows bigger and harder as he rubs it against me. Even through the layers of clothing, I can feel his dick pressing into me.