Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
This virgin pussy now belonged to him.
All his.
He reached between their bodies, playing with her clit, drawing another orgasm from her. The moment her moan released from her lips, he found his own with several deep thrusts.
His cum spilled from his dick, filling the condom, and he wished it was in her tight cunt, that the pulses of her sweet pussy were milking his cum right out of him.
Seconds passed as he felt the pleasure travel up his spine, gripping him with a ferocity he’d never known before.
He couldn’t help but imagine his cum inside her pussy, getting her pregnant, but the condom protected them both.
He was going crazy because in that moment, he wanted to bind her to him as his own little virgin trophy.
Chapter Three
Meghan woke up in a stranger’s room with an arm banded around her waist, and she couldn’t help the panic that gripped her.
After a second, everything came back to her like a nightmare.
The banging on her apartment door.
Her sister’s broken arm.
The threat.
The violence.
Offering herself.
Taking Damon’s offer.
The journey around the city collecting debts.
Then the brutal way he took her virginity only to make her come screaming his name when he realized it was her first time.
She didn’t want to think about that, or about any of it.
Last night her body had betrayed her, and she knew she’d have to be on guard. As much as she hated Damon, her body clearly didn’t, and that was bad. She didn’t want to like a monster, especially with what he was capable of doing.
Glancing behind her, she saw he lay flush against her back, his arm tightened around her waist.
After they fucked, he’d dumped her in the shower, and at his order, she had stood still as he tended to her.
She expected him to fuck her in the shower, but he hadn’t. His dick had been hard the whole time, but he didn’t force her or take her.
Last night hadn’t been force.
She’d given herself to him willingly, and it grated on her last nerve that he knew that.
With his arm across her stomach, there was no chance of getting away.
After the shower he’d given her, he’d dried her body. He’d been kind of sweet, taking over, looking after her, taking care of her. She hadn’t been around someone who cared about her since the deaths of her parents.
Rose was useless, and look where her sister had gotten her for her troubles. She was in the lion’s den with no way out.
Slowly, she tried to pull away from him. She needed to use the bathroom, and even as she moved, she held in a whimper. She was so sore.
He’d not fucked her again, but he’d given her a right good pounding that first time. When she walked, she was going to feel him. Was that his intention?
Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she tried to move again, but he only tightened his hold on her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Damon said.
Shit! He was awake.
“I need to use the bathroom. Don’t I get my own room?” she asked. She tried to think of something to say to unnerve him or at the very least, let her go.
“No.”
“I can’t use the bathroom?”
“You don’t go to your own room. Wherever I go, you go.”
“What about work?” she asked.
“You quit today. Simple as.”
“You’re not going to keep me forever,” she said. “I’ve got to work.”
“That’s true. I tend to get bored quite quickly. Women are all the same, and once I’ve had my fill, I don’t keep them around very often.”
You’re a fucking pig.
“When you’re bored, I’ll have nothing?”
“I’ll make sure you find a job.”
“It better not be spreading my legs. That I don’t do.” Her cheeks heated as she thought about last night.
She’d been a virgin.
No man had ever made her feel so reckless as to have sex with them. Maybe growing up with Rose had turned her into a bit of a prude. The eight-year age gap had been glaringly obvious at times.
Whenever Rose was supposed to be taking care of her, Meghan would enter a room and find boys from high school, and even a couple of teachers, screwing Rose.
With her sister’s reputation, Meghan had wanted to prove she was nothing like her sister, so she never even entertained the idea of a boyfriend. The few kisses she’d experienced were the extent of her sexual education. She knew what to expect and had seen porn, and knew all the dirty stuff available to her, but she’d never found someone she trusted.
“No, you’re not used to spreading those pretty thighs, are you? My sweet little virgin sacrifice.”
“I’m not a virgin anymore. You can stop saying it.”
“Were you saving yourself for anyone special?” he asked.
She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with him. “And if I was, would you even care?”