Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Stop it.”
“Let me go!” I cry. “Just let me leave, Jagger.”
“Calm down, just calm down. You shouldn’t have seen that. You shouldn’t have been down there.”
“Let me go, you’re a god damned monster. Get off me. Get away.”
“I won’t hurt you, Willow.”
“You killed that man.”
“That man is a god damned monster, and so was Snake. You know that. You fuckin’ know that.”
“Let me go!”
I hit him again and he takes my fist, crushing it against his chest. He grips my chin in his free hand, and I struggle to get out of his grip. Then his mouth is on mine. Without warning. Without hesitation. His lips are hot from the water, and he tastes terrifyingly good. I should fight, I want to fight, but everything inside me forgets how to be rational. I can’t fight this, desperation takes over and my body goes limp. He wraps a big arm around my waist and crushes me closer to his chest.
He parts my lips with his tongue, and I whimper when it contacts mine. Jagger is a man that can kiss, and when he does, it’s wild and raw, avoidant of any emotion. He pushes me against the tiled wall, and I whimper when I feel his throbbing cock press into my stomach. I want him. It’s so wrong, so disturbing, I shouldn’t, but God, I want him. I run my hands over his bare chest, it’s hard and firm beneath my palms, pure muscle. Raw, unfiltered male. When I slide my hands down his stomach and grip his jeans, he lets off a ragged groan. He’s not stopping me.
He wants this.
In his own twisted way, he wants this just as much as I do.
I unbutton them, not moving my lips from his. He tangles a hand into my hair, and then slowly leans down to slide his lips across my neck, nipping the bare flesh as he does. He drags them down lower, until he reaches my nipple, he draws it into his mouth and groans when it hardens beneath his lips. Whimpering, I let my head fall back as he works my nipples over until I’m gasping and begging. When he stands back up, I grip his jeans and yank them down.
I stare down at the hard, thick length of his cock and my eyes widen when I see the four piercings in the head. God damn, that’s terrifying and sexy. I look back up to meet his gaze and he’s staring down at me with an amused expression. Tentatively, I reach out and take his length into my hand. He growls as I slide my hand over his shaft, gliding it up and down. Reaching down, he hauls me up until my legs are around his hips, and then he slides his hand between us, finding my clit.
Neither of us dares to speak. I know if I speak this will become real and this being real is a dangerous thing. Jagger is dangerous for me, and this situation is ugly but mostly, it’s toxic. I have lost my mind, my control, my sanity, and I don’t need to be reminded of that right now. When I feel myself heating from the inside out, as an orgasm nears, I clutch Jagger and cry out. He strokes me until he has managed to take every last shudder from my body.
Then his cock is probing my entrance and his lips are on mine again, furious and hot, kissing me in a way I’ll never forget. When he lowers me over his dick, he lets out a guttural moan. I cry out as I feel him sliding inside me, stretching and filling until he is fully sheathed and growling. When he slides back out, I realize what the piercings are for. They hit the spot, right where they’re needed, and oh, it feels incredible.
“Jagger,” I whimper.
“So fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ wet. I want you, Willow. I want you so fuckin’ much it hurts.”
It’s only then I realize he has no condom on. I freeze and pull back, meeting his gaze.
“Protection ...”
“I’m clean.”
“But ...”
“I got checked last month. I’m clean. Are you?”
I nod, biting my lip as he slowly slides back inside me.
“What about birth control?”
I nod again.
I’ve had an IUD in for quite some time now.
“Why now?” I whimper when he thrusts his hips, filling me so deeply. “Why do you want me now?”
“Because you make me fuckin’ crazy in a way no one ever has before, and I can’t fight it for a god damned second longer.”
He drags his cock out and plunges it back inside me, making my whimpers turn to deep, pleasure-filled moans.
“Jagger,” I gasp.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight. You’re goin’ to make me cum before I finish you.”
He’s filthy.
It turns me on in a way I’ve never been turned on before.