Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Fuck me… I want to be his Alice.
I want my blood tattooed in his skin and a part of the masterpiece before me. I want to be part of him. I want to be one with his inked flesh. I’ve never seen a sexier man than the one hovering over me.
But for now—as he takes hold of me and thrusts his finger inside of me—I cry out in both lust and fear of what’s to come.
I want him so badly that I scream out his name. He’s commanding the wild out of me, and though I should hate this man—I should detest what he’s making me do in exchange for my life—I can’t.
Instead, I want more.
He teases me of what’s to come as he begins to push and pull his finger out in a cadence that demands my completion. I don’t want to cum yet, and yet I can’t help it. My body jerks in pleasure almost immediately, but it’s not satisfied with just one. Though my pussy pulsates around his ministrations, I don’t want it to stop. I need more. God, I need more. I’ve never wanted a man to fuck me…until now.
“That’s right,” he coos as he kisses me again. “Come like a good girl.”
I cling to his back and claw my way down his spine. I’m marring his perfect artwork and love every second of it. If I die tomorrow, I want him to remember me for days. I want to scar his body, even if I can’t scar his soul. He’ll remember me. He’ll fucking remember me.
Our bodies move together like two lovers who know every inch of each other rather than two strangers who just met. He pushes a second finger inside me, and I readily accept. He pulls out, and I cling for him to return. Fairy lights twinkle off the mantel of the elegant study, and for this moment in time, as my next orgasm builds, the darkness inside of me is gone.
“This pretty pussy,” he moans. “It’s mine. Mine.”
I open my eyes and look up at his face. It’s contorted in ravenous desire, but it’s so handsome. There isn’t a part of him that isn’t absolute perfection. He’s raw, he’s edgy, he’s dark, and his madness is everything I’ve ever wanted. If I die tomorrow, at least I got to lick this man’s blade.
He uses his free hand to caress my nipple. It’s gentle at first, and then with a deep thrust of both his fingers in my pussy, he pinches, and I become undone.
Giving me a moment to regain some sense of reality, he eventually says, “Best business deal I’ve conducted in months,” as he pulls his fingers out of me and leans away. He runs his fingers over the tattoos on the side of his head as if he’s combing down hair that doesn’t exist.
“That’s it?” I ask, breathless and surprised. I can’t help but feel slightly disappointed that we aren’t going to have sex. Losing my virginity to Nick Hudson wouldn’t have been the worst thing in life. “I thought you wanted to fuck me?”
“I don’t like to eat all my sweets at once,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I know where to find you when I get hungry again. But you most certainly earned your freedom for tonight.”
“Glad I held up my end of the bargain.” I get off the couch and grab my dress, hoping I’m not showing that stopping so abruptly has left me… frustrated and needy.
Before I can put my clothing back on, he takes hold of my hips and pulls me onto his lap. He moves my hair off my shoulder and begins kissing a trail along the top of my shoulder.
“I may want more later,” he says, and I can feel his dick hardening again. He then stops kissing. “Just know I may be returning for seconds.”
I turn to look at him, surprised by his words. “I thought this was just about tonight?”
“I find you entirely too… decadent… to use and abuse in just one evening.” He places the fingers he had just finger fucked me with into his mouth and sucks. “Oh, I can’t wait to see what’s hidden inside you. I can’t fucking wait.” He gently moves me off his lap and reaches for his own clothes. “You have a darkness, my girl. A fucked-up and delicious darkness that I plan to devour.”
“How do you know you’ll even be able to find me again once I leave this place?”
His lip quirks, and his eyes twinkle. “I like to hunt. Especially if there is a debt owed.”
Not wanting to banter any further, and hating that I’m once again getting myself deeper in debt, I know I need to focus on the now and my safety. The promises of more with Nick Hudson is the least of my worries.