Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Unclasping her bra, I let it fall open, and it slides to the side, exposing every inch of her delicate back. Flipping the top off the lotion bottle in my hand, I squeeze a generous amount into the palm of my hand and drop the bottle to the ground.
With my free hand, I move her hair away from her shoulders, letting it fall around her head like a halo. Her shoulders are shaking, and I’m not sure if it’s because she is cold, angry, or scared.
I rub my palms together, making sure I don’t spill any lotion before placing both hands flat on her back. She sucks in a sharp breath at first contact but doesn’t protest as I start rubbing the vanilla-scented lotion into her skin.
It takes about five minutes of massaging her back before she relaxes the tiniest bit. I run my thumbs down her spine and my whole hand up, wondering how much force it would take to break the bones below her skin. I pay special attention to her shoulders, which are so tight they make my fingers hurt.
“Why are you doing this?” She suddenly breaks the silence.
“No talking,” I warn. “Just relax.”
She doesn’t listen, of course. Even though she doesn’t say another word, her body never fully relaxes. I keep massaging her back, shoulders, and even her arms until all the lotion has soaked into her skin, and my hands are dried up.
This entire time, my cock has been as stiff as her shoulders, and I know it won’t take much for me to come right now. Placing my hands beside her body, I shift my weight off her.
“Turn around,” I order, and to my utter shock, she complies.
She rolls her body onto her back awkwardly, her hands clutching to the bra covering her chest. When she is all the way turned, I push myself up, settling back onto her thighs.
“Lose the bra,” I demand while flicking open the button on my jeans in a hurry. Her eyes lower to where my hands are already undoing the zipper, and she can undoubtedly see the bulge hiding beneath.
“I told you, I’m not doing this with you. Just—”
I cut her off midsentence by wrapping a hand around her throat. Suddenly, not caring about the bra anymore, her hands fly up to clutch onto my wrist. I’m not choking her, my grip simply holding her in place, but the threat is there.
“Submit to me… drop your arms and let me do whatever I want to you.”
“No.” She shakes her head as much as I allow it.
“Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?”
If looks could kill, her death stare would send me straight to the gates of hell. She won’t give in unless I’m offering her something.
“Submit to me, and I’ll leave you alone for a few days.” I glance down at the thin and scratchy-looking blanket. “And maybe even get you a new blanket and pillow.”
She studies my face, probably watching for any signs that I’m lying, but I’m actually telling the truth. If it gets me my way, I’ll do it.
“You know I’ll stand by my word. Just give me what I want. It can be our little secret; no one has to know you gave in to me. Your pride won’t be harmed.”
“It’s not my pride I’m worried about.” Her voice is low, and somehow, she seems even smaller as she drops her hands from my wrist and places them next to her body.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I release her throat and pull away the bra completely. I cup her breast in my palm and run my thumbs over her rosy nipples, making her shiver.
As if the universe is making fun of us, her tits fit into my hands like they were made for me. How can we fit together so well physically when there is no way we could ever belong with each other?
We’re enemies, and that will never, ever change.
Shaking the thought away, I straighten up and free my throbbing cock.
“Last week, you marked me.” I point at the faint red oval on my neck where she embedded her fucking teeth into my skin. “It’s my turn to mark you, and lucky for you, my mark doesn’t hurt.”
I wrap my fingers around my aching length and start stroking. Her eyes are glued to my cock, as if she’s never seen one in her life. Her innocent act turns me on even more, and it doesn’t take me long before I feel the tingle in the base of my spine.
Fisting my cock with one hand, I grab her hip with my free one, imagining what it would be like to have her tight cunt swallowing my dick and not my hand. My pumps become furious, and I throw my head back with a grunt when my balls draw together.