Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“He’ll fucking kill you,” she spits, and the fire in her eyes is so hot it could burn me alive.
“Will he, though? Or will he only wish he’d kept his word?” I can’t help the smile that begins to stir my lips. “Of course, that will leave your honor destroyed. For some in our world, that still matters. I wonder if it matters to him. I wonder if he would ever be able to marry you off to anyone else once I make sure everybody knows I fucked every single one of your holes. When they know, I claimed you and defiled you for fun. What do you think would happen to you then? Do you think anyone would want you? Do you think you’ll have any value in your family after that?”
It turns out she can still surprise me. Her gaze is cold, flat as she lifts an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s what would happen? Or are you telling yourself that as a way of excusing what we both know you want to do?”
I place a hand on either side of her head and lower myself until our bodies touch. “Can’t it be both?”
She lets out one of those animal grunts and practically levitates off the bed, making us both bounce as she fights harder than ever.
I look down between us when I feel the tight little nubs rubbing against my chest. “Well, look at this,” I murmur. “Somebody is getting excited.”
“You’re a pig.”
“Yes, yes, I’m a pig.” I reach between us and flick one of them, noting the way her jaw tightens. “The pig that’s turning you on. What does that say about you, I wonder?”
“Leave me alone. Stop this.”
“I don’t want to. And if I’m going to be stuck with you, I might as well enjoy it.” I flick the other nipple, and this time her nostrils flare along with that tightened jaw. It’s clear she’s fighting against what her body wants. “And it seems like you might enjoy it, too. Why deny yourself?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t sound so sure anymore,” I observe, twisting both nipples until she whimpers. It’s different from before when I had her downstairs. She’s not afraid, at least not of getting hurt. If anything, she’s afraid of what this is doing to her, of reactions she can’t control.
“I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”
“Are you sure about that?” Now, instead of being almost cruel, I’m gentle, rubbing my thumbs in slow circles over those taut little peaks. She closes her eyes, a tear squeezing out from under her lashes. I catch it on the tip of my finger and place it on my tongue, savoring the taste.
She’s stopped fighting, though the motion from her hips hasn’t stopped.
“You’re breathing faster,” I observe. Now losing myself a little at a time with every soft gasp and strangled moan. I want to hurt her. I want to make her fall apart because of me.
“I wonder what’s going on down here.” I turn my attention further south, parting her thighs. She tries to clamp them shut, but I spread them again, this time placing myself between them so she has no hope of hiding herself from me.
“Stop it. Don’t touch me there.”
“The more you try to tell me what to do, the less choice I have. When are you going to learn that?” I glance up into her eyes. “Besides. You’re only kidding yourself. We both know it.”
“You’re the one kidding yourself.” She tries to kick, but I grab her ankle and place it on my shoulder, holding it there.
“Am I, though? I can smell your pussy already. I bet if I put my fingers in there, they’ll come back coated in your juices. How much do you want to bet?”
She’s vibrating with rage. “You fucking twisted asshole.”
“Oh, don’t tempt me. Has anyone ever taken that part of you before?” She squeezes her eyes shut, and I can only laugh.
Her body goes stiff, her breath picking up speed when I drag my fingers over her covered pussy. “Stop denying yourself,” I murmur before pushing the fabric aside, baring her smooth sweetness to me. I can’t resist. I don’t want to resist. I slide a finger between her swollen lips—sure enough, she’s soaking wet, glistening on my fingertip. “Relax and enjoy it. You know you want to.”
“Stop…” it’s the weakest whisper, so quiet I can barely hear.
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, not with my cock threatening to burst out of my pants and every nerve in my body singing, vibrating in anticipation. I probe her entrance, teasing her before pushing in a little farther.
Surprise widens my eyes and makes me forget some of the urge to take her. This can’t be. It’s impossible. But I know what I’m feeling, the membrane blocking me from going any further. She’s a virgin.