Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Until he backs off the bed, breaths harsh through clenched teeth, his cock a giant bulge straining the front of his jeans. He snatches my ankle and winds another strap around it, my screams muffled by the gag as I kick futilely at him. By the time he’s got my other leg tied, my thighs spread wide, we’re both flushed and sweating, and I’m so, so wet.
Stone stares down at me, eyes burning. “Where’d you get that shirt?”
Which I never took off. Too late now that I’m tied to a bed. My only answer is a laugh into the gag.
“It looks big enough to be Bull’s.” Fiercely he grips the wide neckline. “But all I know is that it’s not mine.”
Cotton shreds, then burns across my skin as he yanks the entire thing away from me. Leaving me naked. Exposed.
His gaze hungrily moves from my wide eyes to my heaving breasts, then lower. “Christ help me,” he mutters. “You’re already soaked.”
So I am. And fuck him. I strain to close my legs even a little. I can’t.
With a rough laugh, he moves in closer to the side of the bed, shucking his jeans down his hips. Oh my god. I’ve seen him so many times without clothes—and have seen him erect before, up close and personal. But on my knees in his stall, with Victor looking on and rage swirling through everything else, Stone’s cock was something that I’d be doing stuff to. It wasn’t doing stuff to me. Not filling me up. Not fucking me. So it looked big then but now it’s just huge, veined and thick and flushed an angry red.
He looks down at me, gaze half-lidded, his big hand stroking. “So you think you know what’s going to happen now, yeah?”
Need clenches my inner muscles. Because I know.
With a soft whimper, I nod.
“Nah. I don’t think you do. Or you’d already be talking.” He licks his bottom lip, gaze between my thighs. “I’m going to use that wet little fuckhole real good. Until you’re either screaming for more, or screaming for me to stop.”
Oh god. Or maybe I’ll be doing both. I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of experience with this.
Probably should have told him.
“And when I’m done using that little hole, I’ll ask you again what you know. If you give me good answers, you’ll get what you want and I’ll let you go. If you lie…then we’ll start all over again. You understand?”
That I’m about to be repeatedly and ruthlessly fucked? That Stone will ram that big cock into me over and over again?
Body trembling with both nervousness and anticipation, I nod. Nervousness starts tipping the scales, tension tightening my muscles when Stone climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my spread thighs, his heavy shaft jutting out and the thick head glistening with pre-cum.
Eyes locked on his dick, I pull desperately against the restraints.
“I’m not fucking you yet.” He bends over me, his powerful arm braced beside my shoulder. “This is just playtime first. You’ll know shit’s about to get real when I grab that box of condoms over there. Because I ain’t ever been in a girl without a rubber, and I’m not about to start with pussy used as bait.”
Fucking pig. I snarl against the gag and his gaze flares hot.
“Hell, yes. Give me that rage. Just fucking burn me with it.” His hand cups my jaw, fingers pressing into my cheeks, his voice hollow. “Spit at me all the hate that I deserve and no one else will give.”
I…can’t. My body shudders again as his teeth graze my neck. He wants to collect what I owe him. And I can give him a fight. I can give him anger.
But I can’t hate him. Because he doesn’t deserve that. No matter what he thinks.
Rage, though. Okay. As his tongue traces a hot, shivery path along my throat, he reaches down between my legs. I can’t stop my moan when his fingers slick through my folds, delving between them to find my entrance.
His voice is a rasp against my ear. “Thought I’d have to play a long time to get this fuckhole ready. A girl tied up and paying what she owes. Figured you’d be dry as a bone. Instead you’re real eager to be used, aren’t you? Just fucking dying to pay up.”
I hiss out a wet, furious breath. Fuck him for saying that. For making my reaction to him sound like something I should be ashamed of, instead of what it is.
He does this to me. The fucking asshole. He does this. From the first damn time I met him, he had me wet and squirming on that barstool. He has me wet and squirming now, then gasping when a blunt finger pushes past my entrance.
His mouth goes still against my neck, a ragged groan ripping from his throat. “Christing hell, you’re so goddamn tight. Fuuuuuuuck.” Harsh breaths burst against my skin as he presses deeper, as I helplessly moan and arch my hips. “I take it back. You aren’t wet enough. Don’t know how I’m going to get my cock into you at all.”