Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
It was rather disconcerting and certainly not a feeling she was used to.
Sinking to her knees before him, she looked up at him. She may have locked herself up in a country mansion, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what she wanted.
Taking the tip of his already stiffening cock between her lips, she started to suck on him.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby, that feels good. So fucking good. Yes, don’t stop.”
She took more of him into her mouth, tasting him on her tongue as pre-cum spilled from his tip. She closed her eye, taking more of him to the back of her throat and coming back up.
Drake wrapped her hair around his fist and started to rock into her mouth. She gripped his legs and looked up at him, seeing him slowly and surely start to lose control to the pleasure she gave him.
“This feels so good,” he said. “I knew your mouth was designed for sucking cock, baby. When you take it all, swallow me down. I’m going to lick your pussy and have you come all over my face.”
She already felt an answering pulse.
“And then, when I’ve gotten you to come multiple times, I’m going to ride you. Fill you with my cum and you’re going to know who you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.” She stopped sucking long enough to speak the words.
He chuckled. “You can fight me all you want, baby. You and I both know that’s not going to happen.”
She didn’t argue. She wanted her pussy licked and as she got him off, she wished things were different for them. She wished she could trust him. As it was, she wouldn’t ever trust him.
He helped her father and one day, she would have to get rid of him, even though at that very moment, the thought of letting him go terrified her.
There was no way she could feel for a man who was willing to use her. She wouldn’t allow herself to believe it. Not once. He’d used her and now, she was going to use him.
****
If Petra needed to treat him like a toy for now, to get over the pain of discovering what he’d done, so be it. Drake was willing to do whatever it took to claim her as his own.
He loved her. He wasn’t backing down. One day, she would see that, and she would know the truth.
Time. He was a patient guy.
Staring down at her sleeping face, he smiled. For the past six months, this was what he’d been imagining. Having her in his arms, loving her, taking care of her. Giving her everything she needed. For a long time, it was just to feel loved, taken care of, protected. She deserved it.
She released a sigh and rolled over. Her eye opened and he smiled down at her.
“Hello, beautiful.”
He watched as she moved her hair to cover her scar. “Don’t do that. Don’t ever do that when you’re with me.”
“I don’t want you to see it.”
“I don’t care. You’re beautiful.”
“It hurt.”
“I know it did.” He took her hand, placing it on one of his knife scars. “It makes you feel like you’re burning up. You’re a strong woman.”
“After it happened, I struggled to sleep at night.”
“You were on your own.” He knew her father had been expelled from the house by the time she was attacked. In the beginning, he’d believed Petra’s father had been part of the attack, but there was no evidence.
Even when he went to question the man locked up, he said it was simple. The house looked expensive and empty. He didn’t expect there to be a person staying there. She scared him, and he attacked and would have raped and killed her, but she lived. The man in question was never getting out.
Petra’s father had nothing to do with it. At the time, he’d been too busy living up his money, thinking it was all coming in thick and fast.
After the attack, her father was nowhere to be seen. Petra had been all on her own. He didn’t know her then, otherwise, Drake would have been there for her, taking care of her.
“I got this place completely locked up. Cameras everywhere, you know.”
“You stopped going out,” he said.
“I did go out, but … I mean, I get it, kids, they can be…”
“Cruel, horrible assholes?”
She laughed. “Not that bad.”
“No, last time I checked, they were not the nicest bunch of humans.”
“I heard several of them call me a beast. A monster. Hideous. I … their parents apologized, and hoped I was doing well. They’d clearly seen the story in the news, but for me, it was all just too much. I stopped going out. I stayed in and it got easier.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You shouldn’t listen to kids. They’re evil of the highest order.”