Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 137205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for that, but I don’t say so.
“You need me to go easy on you, don’t you?”
My voice is small. “Yes.”
He pushes his thumb into me. While his finger explores the depths of my pussy, his thumb moves to my clit. I gasp at the burst of sensation as he circles the sensitive little nub, then roughly runs his thumb over it.
“Just once, then,” he murmurs. “You’ll come for me once tonight. I promise not to take more than that, but I want you to stay until morning.”
The muscles in my thighs quiver as he strums my clit almost absently while he talks to me.
“I work in the morning, but you can make me breakfast.”
My whole body shudders as he plays with me, casually winding me so tight I might snap while he makes our morning plans.
“Can you cook?” he asks, almost as an afterthought.
“Y-yes,” I say, but it’s half whimper as he increases the pressure on my clit and keeps circling.
I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. Instinctively, I shift my hips to try to dislodge him and stop the desperate pleasure.
“Good,” he murmurs, ignoring my attempt to flee and continuing to tease my clit. “You’re welcome to stay here until I get home, too. I can have Chef Ryan make us dinner again.” His voice turns mischievous. “If you never leave, it can still count as the same date.”
Struggling to hold on, I drop back against the bed and reach overhead, though I don’t know for what. Something to hold onto, something that isn’t him.
He’s like a vampire, feeding on my pleasure the same way he feeds on my fear. He smiles down at me, then pushes on my hip that keeps lifting off the bed and holds me down while he fingers me.
“Your body is a modern fucking marvel, do you know that?” he asks. “If I could be inside it all the time, I would. I’m tempted to right now. I know how easy it would be to grab your hips and push into you. To ignore your cries and your pleas and drive into you harder and harder until I explode inside this absolutely fucking perfect pussy.” He leans down and murmurs wickedly, “Like last time. Do you remember?”
It’s a brutal thing to do, reminding me of that when he knows how close my body is to betraying me.
“Were you worried when I came inside you, Hallie? Did you think about it later when you were at home in your bed?”
The pressure builds despite his horrible words. Despite the awful memory he is taunting me with. My legs shake as I try to hold on. I claw at the bed sheets and squeeze my eyes shut.
I feel him move closer. He’s so close I feel the heat rolling off his body, then he leans in and murmurs near my ear, “Do you remember how hard you came as I drove into your pussy, sweetheart?”
My blood freezes in my veins at the absolute perversion of that last remark. “You bastard,” I whisper.
He grabs my throat, causing my heart to sink with fear as he jams his fingers into me harder, faster. “Bastard, huh?” His voice is rough, but his fingers are rougher.
My eyes fly open. Everything intensifies. Pleasure and tension twist together inside me and pull tight. I grab his wrist, as if I can stop him if he really means to harm me.
“If I’m a bastard, I should just fuck you right now. That’s what I want to do. A bastard would take what he wants regardless of how you feel about it, wouldn’t he?”
Along with all the other tumultuous sensations assaulting my body, my stomach sinks.
The threat should douse the helpless sensations shooting through me, covering my naked body with a thin sheen of perspiration and turning my muscles to jelly.
They should, but they don’t.
His firm grip on my throat tightening until it scares me, Calvin leans in and practically growls, “Mark my words, Hallie. I will fuck your cunt raw tonight unless you come for me right now.”
A broken cry slips out of me as my body convulses on command. Ecstasy rushes in and washes over all the icky, awful feelings. It dims the edges of my vision, turns all my thoughts into a fog of bright white light. Relief shudders through my body as Calvin gently withdraws his finger. His grip on my throat eases, though he doesn’t remove it altogether. It becomes more of a caress than a threat.
He looks so pleased with me.
Sliding his other hand beneath my skull and cradling me, he presses a kiss to my forehead and says, “Oh, Hallie. You’re such a good girl.”
I don’t know what to think, what to feel. A moment ago I thought he might kill me, now he’s nuzzling me like I’m something precious to him.