Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
But my blood ran hot in my veins, and the concern for me that pinched her pretty, delicate features only fanned the flames. My beautiful wife had just been held at gunpoint, and instead of collapsing in tears, she was worried about me.
The icy mask I’d worn cracked, exploding as an inferno of emotion surged through me. All the rage I’d felt at seeing her threatened rose up in a searing wave, mingling with the fear for her life that’d twisted my insides. The fire morphed into a primal, possessive heat, and the need to stake my claim over her clamped my mind.
They’d tried to take my wife from me. But I wouldn’t let her go. Nora was mine.
I buried my bloody fingers in her silken hair and pulled her toward me, sealing her lips with a fierce kiss. I didn’t caress or cajole her this time, not like I’d been treating her so carefully since the night I’d taken her virginity. This was a fierce, animal dominance of my wife, my mate. I fully unleashed myself on her, taking everything that I wanted. She made a small sound of alarm at my sudden aggression, but I devoured it, my tongue surging into her mouth.
I stepped into her, forcing her to back up toward the mirrors. She still managed to maintain her gracefulness as I manhandled her, so breathtakingly beautiful that it incited a keen hunger I’d never known before.
I grabbed her slender wrists and pinned them to the mirror above her head. My free hand groped at her breasts, palming them through her leotard. Her nipples were peaked against the tight fabric, her body aroused despite the rough way I was handling her. Or perhaps because of it. My Nora was so perfect for me.
And all mine.
She squirmed against me, her sex rubbing my thigh. I wedged it between her legs, so she could stimulate her clit while I ravaged her mouth and tormented her breasts. My cock was rock hard, pressing into her abs. I had to bury myself inside her wet heat, had to claim her as deeply as possible. I would mark her with my cum, a brand that would tell her exactly who owned her lovely body.
I released her wrists so that I could yank her leotard off, baring her small breasts to my rough caresses. She shimmied it down her legs, breaking contact with my thigh in a wild attempt to remove the barriers between us. She was just as caught up in this madness as I was, craving to connect. The fear and violence had stripped away our civilized veneer, and we came together in a rush of primal need.
She fumbled at my belt, her small hands shaking as she stroked her tongue against mine, the kiss stealing her breath. My head was spinning, too, so I tore my mouth from hers and grabbed her hips, turning her around so that she faced the mirror. Her hands fisted around the barre, and I pulled her hips toward me, so that her lower back arched and her cunt was offered to me.
Her pretty tights were still in the way. I tore at the delicate material, the ripping sound harmonizing with the swelling music that still soared through the dance studio.
I shoved her panties aside and wrapped my free hand around her throat, holding her in place for my use. Before I thrust inside her, our gazes locked in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her hazel eyes wide but slightly glassy with lust. My hand was crimson against her tanned skin, the blood of my enemies smeared over her cheeks where I’d grabbed her jaw during our harsh kiss.
More blood splattered my own cheeks, arterial spray from where I’d slaughtered the men who’d tried to take her from me.
“Mine.” The snarled word echoed around us, thundering through the classical music as I drove into her wet heat in one brutal thrust.
She cried out, her willowy body rocking in my grip. I firmed my fingers around her throat, restricting her ability to breathe. She could do nothing to resist me, nothing to deny my claim over her entire being. I controlled her body, her breath. I fucked her mercilessly, her tight channel squeezing me with velvet heat that made pleasure gather at the base of my spine. I gritted my teeth and shoved it back. This wouldn’t end so quickly.
She released little whimpers with each of my harsh thrusts, squirming in my ruthless hands. I reached around her and ground my thumb against her clit, keeping a firm hold on her neck as I rubbed her in a rhythm that I’d learned she liked best.
She shattered on a scream, the ecstatic sound holding an edge of pain as I forced the orgasm from her helpless body. Her inner walls contracted around me, squeezing my dick and triggering my own release. I tipped back my head and released an animal roar, spilling my cum deep inside her, marking her.