Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Not even trying anymore? Is it because you know there’s no running from me?”
His hold on my arm is so strong I doubt I’d be able to free myself without causing him significant pain. Then he runs his leather-clad hand up my naked side, all the way to my armpit and I let out an involuntary moan that makes him chuckle. His voice is dark, filled with the same passion he has for his kills, and now I’m a fly in his web, about to be consumed.
I make a half-hearted attempt at freeing myself, but he only presses harder against me, trapping me with his heat. The jacket is cold, wet, and makes my skin break out in goosebumps everywhere we touch. I twist against him, mumbling, “let me go!”
He presses his face to my nape and inhales. It makes me feel even more vulnerable, as if he’s a cat playing with its prey.
“You don’t mean it.” Nico presses his crotch to the small of my back. I know his dick very well by now, but sensing it against me doesn’t get old.
He’s often the big spoon when we sleep and every time we lie like that, I wonder what it will be like for him to just pull my pajama pants down and fuck me. How it would be to wake up to him already hard, lubing me up and pushing his cock inside me before I get a chance to voice whether I want it or not.
Maybe it’s messed up to have fantasies such as these, but I can’t help myself, not when he’s gently twisting back my arms while he grinds against me.
“I d-do! You’re scaring me. You kill people,” I all but purr, grinding right back.
“Then say my name, and I’ll stop. You know I’m not just a dangerous killer about to fuck you. I have a name. Say it if you want me to stop. Say it if you don’t want your ass fucked raw.”
Sparks erupt in my head. It’s happening. He’s making the move. I’ve been on edge all these days, asking myself if and when we’d go in that direction. Every time I’ve learned the landscape of his body, I’ve wondered what it will be like to have him deep inside me, and now it’s about to happen. He’s planning to fuck my ass, and this is my moment to consent or not.
There is no way in hell I would deny him now. Not really. Not when I’ve been daydreaming about it as if it were an unattainable fantasy. But he’s here with me, he knows what he’s doing, and I trust him not to hurt me. Of course I want it.
“No, you’re a murderer! I don’t know your name,” I whimper, shivering when he squeezes my hips.
“Suit yourself,” he whispers into my ear and slides his hands, still in those red leather gloves that remind me of his dark side, to my pants. He opens them with ease. “I’m gonna have fun with you,” Nico says and pushes the fabric down my thighs.
A cold gust of wind from the open window tickles my skin, making me clench my ass, and I throw myself to the side, only to be pulled right back by steel-firm arms. I open my mouth to scold him, tell him it’s not a gentlemanly way to behave, but a frantic yelp leaves my throat instead when he swats my ass.
“That mouth of yours isn’t meant for speaking, is it?” he asks and drags my clothes farther down, until they pool around my ankles, leaving me exposed. I’m scalding on the inside.
“You know what all of this is for.” Nico slides his hand up my belly and I’m left to whimper at his commanding presence. “That’s why you already took your top off before I even came in.” He steps on the pants and underwear bundled at my ankles. There’s something violent about his dirty boot on my clothes, between my legs, and I can’t get enough of the threat it represents. “Step out,” he orders, and I do what he wants, relishing in the fear that makes my cock ever harder. I can barely stand still with him talking to me like this. It’s as if the pleasant, enthusiastic Nico has disappeared, leaving a monster inside his body.
A part of me loves it.
“Let me go,” I plead.
“You’re exactly where you want to be,” he says, and my eyes go wide, my cheeks turning hot as the pits of hell, because he slides his fingers between my buttocks without warning.
He’s touched me there before, just teasing, rubbing his cockhead over my sensitive hole, or gliding slippery fingertips over it, but this touch has none of that tenderness. He’s pulling one of my hands back, pressing me to the wall while two gloved fingers probe at my hole roughly enough to make me rise to my tiptoes.