Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
A huge wave comes barreling over the side, and I don’t move fast enough. Saltwater smashes into me, causing me to lose my footing and then suddenly, I’m sliding. My body moves as if it weighs nothing as the ship tips and I slide down towards the railing. Barry goes with me, his dead weight moving quicker. My garbled screams are almost silent in the roaring storm and my hands frantically search for something to hold onto before I hit the side.
A hand grips my arm.
Looking up, I meet Marek’s blue eyes as he pulls me toward him, reaching for a nearby pole while hanging onto me. He curls an arm around it and hangs on for dear life as the wave disappears, taking Barry’s body with it. The ship tips back the other way and Marek takes that chance to move, hauling me into his arms and moving with purpose and determination to the stairs. The moment we reach them, he places me on my feet and orders me to open the door before another wave hits.
I do as he asks, rushing down and pulling with all my might, opening the heavy door. I scramble in, Marek close behind me, just as the ship tips again and forces the door closed. I’m not certain just how much water this door will keep out, but I pray it’s enough to stop this ship from going down. It looks water tight, but this is a storm that it probably hasn’t experienced before.
“Move,” Marek orders, charging down the hall.
I follow him and he goes to the room I set up earlier. I figured it was one of the safest, and I guess I’m right. He pulls me in and then steps out, gripping the door handle. “Do not move.”
“Where are you going?” I croak, shivering as the cold penetrates my bones.
“Just stay here.”
He turns and disappears, and I slide down onto the ground, pressing myself into a corner as the ship rocks angrily, the howling wind making shivers run up my spine. Marek is gone for only a minute or two, and when he returns, he has some towels, a blanket and a few flashlights. He flicks them on, and then closes the door, securing it.
“Get out of those clothes or you’ll freeze. I don’t have any others, but I found a blanket.”
He tosses the blanket down, his hand lashing out and slamming against the wall as the ship rocks. He’s forced to sit, unable to stay on his feet, and he moves over closer to me and my position in the corner. I don’t have it in me to argue with him, I take off my clothes until I’m wearing nothing, my naked body on display for him to see. His eyes roam over every inch of me, and I can feel it, right down to my very core.
I reach for the blanket, but his hand takes hold of my wrist, stopping me.
There is something in his stare, something intense.
He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. It’s written all over his face, his desire, his hunger, his need. He wants me and he’s not hiding it. Was Barry right? Am I different? Does Marek care, even a little? If he does, then I still have a chance to get this to go my way.
Swallowing, I let him tug my hand until I’m left with no other choice but to straddle him. My naked pussy settles down over the bulge already growing in his pants, and his eyes are locked on mine. We don’t speak, we don’t need to, both of us want this and there is no point in denying it.
I can’t help but wonder how his lips would feel against mine. The pressure in my chest right now, the desire and need, is almost too much. Reaching up, I dare to touch him, pushing the hair from his face. He jerks back a little, more so from shock. I don’t move away. I let my fingers glide down his face. Do I dare put my mouth to his?
His hand glides up my arm, closing over mine, and then before I know it he jerks it around behind my back, leaning in close, so close his warm breath tickles my face. “I know what you’re doing, Ellie Mae. I cannot be manipulated.”
“Maybe,” I say, tugging my hands free, “I am just wondering what it feels like to kiss you.”
“A feeling you’ll never know.”
His voice doesn’t waver on that, and my heart sinks a little.
The ship rocks violently, Marek pulls me closer to stop me from falling from his lap and in doing so, causes my pussy to rub against his cock harder, deeper. I gasp, clutching him and rocking my hips, to get that feeling again.
“Desperate little slut, aren’t you?”