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)
“Do it,” I whisper, my voice far lustier than I’d like. “Throw me out, Marek.”
He reaches for me, fingers curling around my shoulder, and he’s panting with rage.
Go on.
Do it.
I don’t move my eyes from his, the challenge strong.
I’m begging him to toss me, and yet at the same time, I’m praying he doesn’t.
His fingers are biting into my shoulder so deep I know I’ll be left with bruises.
And I don’t care.
“Toss me,” I whisper, biting my lower lip, my need for him to intense. “It won’t change the fact that you want me as much as I want you.”
His other hand curls into my hair, jerking me forward until our lips are only inches apart. I spread my legs, my bottom still on the truck seat, so he can get in closer. He’s panting with a rage I’m certain he’s fighting to control. He tugs my hair, and I moan as my head drops back.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “God damn you, Ellie Mae.”
Then his mouth is on my neck and he releases my shoulder, sliding his hand around my waist and hauling me closer until his jeans rub against me. His mouth against my neck has become one of my favorite things and oh, do I want it to just keep moving up, over my jaw, until he finds my lips. Kissing Marek would be explosive, and it has become something I’m desperate to do.
For now, I’ll take this.
We’re frantic, a need pulsing through both of us that we can’t fight.
He reaches down, jerking his jeans over his bulging cock, and then he’s gripping my ass, ripping my shorts down and exposing me. Without a single warning, he plunges inside me, so forcefully my mouth drops open and a strangled scream comes out. It burns, stretches, fills me in a way I wasn’t ready for. When Marek is around, I’m always wet, but my god, his size is something I’m not certain I’ll ever get used to.
“Does it burn, Ellie Mae?” he growls, sliding his hand up and cupping the back of my neck as my head falls back with a gasp.
“Yes,” I moan. “But I fucking love it.”
“God,” he rasps, “fuck you.”
I know he’s saying that in a way that isn’t an insult. He’s saying it because I’m making him crazy, and I love it.
He fucks me, nothing slow and passionate about it. His fingers bite into the back of my neck and my hands curl into his biceps, holding on for dear life as he drives me with a force he’s never used. The truck rocks as he fills me, feeding me short but deep thrusts as my moans turn into strangled screams. It’s wild, and I love every goddamned second of it.
“More,” I scream, clutching him. “Marek, more.”
“Fucking filthy,” he barks, fucking me harder, deeper, until I’m cumming around him.
I pulse, my pleasure exploding in a way I’ve never experienced. I’m thankful he’s holding me, because I’d likely fall back with the sheer force of my release. Marek finds his a moment later, his body tensing, his jaw flexing, the ragged growl leaving his throat sending shivers up my spine.
Fuck me.
I’m obsessed.
Truly obsessed.
This is very, very bad.
“GET IN.”
I stare at the cage in sheer horror.
My body is still throbbing from the way he fucked me on the way home, and now we’re here, he wants me to climb into a cage.
Shaking my head, I take a step back but his hand lashes out, stopping me.
“You said we weren’t using cages again,” I stammer.
“You said you weren’t going to run.”
No.
“Don’t put me in there again, please,” I beg, a mixture of hurt and shock that he’s even considering this after what just happened.
“You made a big mistake when it comes to me, Ellie Mae,” he growls, pushing me towards the cage. “You think I care.”
His words sting as he forces me down into the one place I never wanted to go again.
I can’t stop the angry tears falling down my cheeks as I turn toward him, just as he swings the door shut. “I hate you,” I cry out, my voice breaking.
“Good.”
“I won’t dance. I won’t do a single fucking thing for you if you leave me in here.”
He leans down close, curling his fingers around the cage bars and growling, “You’ll dance, and you’ll do it with passion. You’re going to spend the night here, so you remember who it is you’re playing with.”
A night?
I can handle a night.
That doesn’t take the hurt away, though.
After what we just experienced, it kills me that he’s gone back to being stone cold.
“Why do you do this?” I croak, and I can’t stop the tears from falling harder.
I don’t cry in front of him.
But I can’t stop it.
“Because you refuse to learn your place.”
“Bullshit,” I scream. “You do it because you can’t handle the way you feel about me.”