Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
She’s lying there on the bed, staring up at me, chewing on her lip, and my pulse is going crazy. I stare back, and she looks so small, so vulnerable, and I wonder if I’m fucking this up. I’m putting her to work, forcing her to pay off this debt, and yeah, she’s damn good at it, and I am trying to make this as pleasant as it can be, but she’s still my prisoner. She’s still working for me to right a wrong she didn’t commit in the first place.
If I cared, I’d let her go. I’d find her a place where she can be safe, far away from Frost and Gallo. Somewhere she can work without being disturbed, without having to make forgeries, without having to worry.
Somewhere without me.
I move forward, coming toward her. Aware, in every inch of my body, that I’m a selfish piece of shit. Aware that I’m going to break her, and in the process, I’m going to break myself.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks as I pin her down against the mattress. She’s still smiling, but she’s also licking her lips, and her eyes take on a sharp, needy desire. “I thought you were supposed to take care of me. Not take me whenever you wanted.”
“Consider this my way of destressing you.”
“Interesting. How self-serving.”
“You can go ahead and try to get away if you want.” I lean down so my lips are inches away from her delicious mouth. “But I don’t think you can.”
I give it my best shot. He laughs as I struggle, writhing, fighting, kicking at him, and it’s like trying to punch a crocodile in the face underwater. Not happening. Worse, actively counter-productive.
It only makes him want me more.
And it only makes me want him more.
My core’s a burning mess of want, a hot desire searing me like a brand. It’s been days since I’ve been touched like this and I hadn’t realized how badly I needed it—until this moment.
“Almost strong enough,” he says, bringing a knee up between my legs. I gasp, arching my back. His bulks keeps me pinned. “But not quite.”
“What are you going to do with me now?”
“I haven’t decided. Depends on whether you want to be punished or not.”
“Does anyone want to be punished?”
“Some people do.” His lips brush my throat. “You do.” He bites my chin softly. “You like being punished, I think.”
“You think wrong.”
Actually, he’s completely right, but I’m staying in character.
“Tell me you want me to punish you, devil girl. Come on, my little Hellie, moan it and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” His knee presses tighter against my soaking pussy, and I gasp in excitement and pleasure.
“How about you go fuck yourself,” I say, grinning huge, and he knows I’m only trying to egg him on.
It works. He grabs me, turns me over onto my belly, and pins my arms behind my back. I squirm, not really fighting anymore but putting on a good show, as he peels down my jeans with one hand, the other pushing my wrists into the small of my back.
“It doesn’t have to be about pain,” he says, his voice husky with want. “It can be about pleasure too. It can be about feeling good.”
“How about you let me pin you down and see how you feel about it.”
“Gladly. Go ahead and try. You can ride my cock to your heart’s content.”
“Okay, I see how that might not work.”
He hums with pleasure once my ass is bare. I give my back a little arch, raising my hips into the air, and he groans.
“Look at you, you’re soaking wet.” His fingers tease me as he keeps my upper body pinned.
My head’s pounding with lust. “Just a physical reaction to stress.”
“You’re dripping down my palm. Don’t you dare try to tell me you don’t want this.”
“The body wants what it wants, but my brain’s telling me to run screaming.”
“That might be fun. Should I let you go and chase you down?”
“If I’m lucky, I’ll die out in the freaking desert.”
He laughs and his fingers keep teasing my pussy. I lift my hips higher, getting a little greedy—
And that’s when his palm slaps down.
I yelp in shock, dropping my hips back down.
My ass stings where he spanked me and heat grows in my cheeks and between my legs.
“That’s for talking about escape,” he whispers and spanks me again. “That’s for having an ass worth marking. I want to leave a handprint on your lovely skin so every time you look in the mirror, you think of me.”
“That’s not the good thing you’re imagining.”
“Please, little devil girl.” Another spank and another. I’m whimpering now, panting for more. It hurts and it feels good, and I’m all sorts of fucked up but I don’t really care. “You love this. You’re radiating heat onto my hand. You’re dripping on your sheets. You want me. Go ahead and admit it.”