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)
Embarrassment burns its way to the tops of my ears, but he’s not just showing me to embarrass me. Keeping his arm locked tightly around my throat, he moves his hand and wipes his fingers across the sandstone wall.
I gasp as he leaves wet marks on the cracked surface. My eyes are wide with sheer horror, then he pulls me back and wipes the rest on my bare tits. I forget to breathe, so utterly horrified. His arm drops from my neck so abruptly that I feel momentarily bereft, then he grabs a fistful of my hair and smashes my face against the wall.
“Brace your hands,” he orders, voice low.
Heart hammering, I do as he says without thinking about it. I swallow as he unzips his pants, darting a glance at the temple’s entrance. It feels like we’re being too loud, or maybe too quiet. We’ve been in here for too long. They should come over to peek inside and make sure we’re not doing anything we shouldn’t be.
Calvin grabs my hips and positions me how he wants me. The horror that blossomed earlier expands as I realize he truly is going to fuck me in this temple with guards just outside.
Oh my god.
We’re going to get caught. There’s no way we won’t. No fucking way.
“Calvin, please.” I try one more time as he brings the smooth crown of his bare cock between my thighs. “Not here. Please. Let’s just leave. I won’t fight you in the car, I promise. Or I will if you want me to, I’ll fight and claw and try like hell to get away from you. I’ll do whatever you want, just please not here. I don’t want to get caught.”
I can tell my offer entices him because he pauses and actually seems to consider it. Maybe he’s envisioning me crying out for help, crawling across the limo floor as he drags me back, wrenches my thighs apart, and drives into me.
I bet he’d like that.
I’ll let him do it if he just lets me put my damn clothes back on right now. At the very minimum, I’m certain we will get a lifetime ban if we’re caught, and I love the Met.
At worst, tonight will end with the pair of us locked in a jail cell together, and I don’t want to be locked in a cell with him, either.
Been there, done that.
“I do like the idea of you trying to get away from me while I fuck you… Let’s do that sometime this week.”
Oh, my God.
“I’m not seeing you this week. I’m not seeing you ever again. If you want to do it, this is your only chance.”
He chuckles like I’ve said something funny, then guides his cock between my thighs and shoves into me.
I gasp, startled by the intrusion, and grab onto the edge of the wall. “Calvin,” I whisper, trying one more time before it’s too late. “Please…”
He liked when I begged him the night he drugged me, but it doesn’t do me any good now. My pussy clenches around him as he shoves deeper. It’s a snug fit and it feels every bit like the invasion it is.
I close my eyes and tell myself I knew this would happen. Not like this, not here, but I knew it would happen tonight. I just have to get through it.
It’s not as difficult as it could be.
As he draws back and plunges into my tight heat again and again, the friction against my walls makes it hard to be quiet. I know I can’t whimper as he drives into me so hard I have to hug the wall, but it’s hard not to. I feel him in my guts, feel his hands against the flesh of my ass and hips. Moving, marking, gripping as he needs to. I’m still so paranoid of getting caught I keep stealing glances at the temple’s entrance, but I keep an eye on the sides, too. I would die if a guard decided to duck in from a side entrance to see what’s taking so long and found me naked and getting fucked against the wall of this ancient edifice.
My pussy throbs around Calvin’s cock, thrilling at the brutality and sheer danger of it. My whole body trembles as he slams into me. The sound of skin against skin seems to echo off the sandstone.
We’re going to get caught, we’re going to get caught, we’re going to get caught.
“Fuck,” Calvin groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he shoves deep into my pussy. “You’re so fucking tight.”
My grip on the doorway slips. I go to grab on again, but the moment my fingers make contact, I hear something.
A voice.
My heart stops.
A thrilling shiver of fear dances down my spine, freezing the blood in my veins even as Calvin slams into me once more.