Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
But with a bigger cock.
And a lot more stamina.
Her gaze falls to my cock, and her tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip.
“I will make you scream,” I warn her.
“It’s good to have high hopes.”
I step forward, the condom now in hand, and reach for her hip, pulling her forward so our bodies touch.
“No hopes needed, just skill.” I turn her around, and her hands grab my shoulders as I throw her back onto the bed. She bounces, her tits jiggling, and she giggles.
“That’s some real skill, throwing women around.”
“You should see what I do to the ones I don’t like.”
She arches a brow at me. “You like me?” she ponders. “What do you do to the ones you don’t like?”
“I don’t let them come.” My eyes meet hers as I grab her thighs, my fingers digging into her creamy skin. I have to be careful not to bruise it.
But I wonder…
I shake that thought from my head straight away.
“Do you plan to drown me?” She licks her lips and opens her legs a little wider so I can get an even better look. “Or do you have something else in mind?”
I groan at the sight of her. “Depends how much you piss me off.” She rolls her eyes, and I reach down for my pants and pull out my knife.
Her eyes go wide when she sees it, and she says, “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Who comes to a hotel room with a stranger?” I ask her, my eyes soaking her in. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to go home with strangers, even if they flash you their money?” She tries to get up, but I move the knife, so it touches her thigh. She freezes, staring at where the blade kisses her skin. “I like it when they’re terrified, can’t you tell?” I look down at my cock, and before I can say anything, she screams.
TEN
Alaska
His hand shoots out to cover my mouth as I’m trying to scoot back up the bed. I bite his hand hard enough to taste blood, but he doesn’t seem to care. He simply stares at me with those eyes that are impossible to read.
Forest green in color.
How stupid am I?
I mean, let’s be real. I was pretty damn stupid, but money makes me stupid.
Argh.
My eyes find the knife still pressed to my leg. If I move, it will slice me. Even now, I can feel it digging in, ready to cut.
He showed me who he was.
And I didn’t care.
Yet here I am, naked in a hotel room while he stands in front of me, just as naked as I am, smirking and holding me to the bed with a fucking knife.
The real issue I am having, though—and it’s a big one, really big—is that I’m a little turned on.
Make that a lot, actually.
Fuck.
He licks his full lips. It’s funny. I’d pay to have lips as thick and full as his, yet I know his are natural.
His eyes leave mine and scan downward. “If you scream again, I’ll cut you. Do you understand?” He says it while applying a little pressure to the knife, where I feel the blade breaking the skin. I try not to wince, but I can’t help it. “A little blood never hurt nobody.” As he says it, he smiles. Removing his hand from my mouth, he slides it between my breasts until it reaches my lower belly.
I follow the movement, both worried and fascinated.
Worried that he will cut me and I’ll bleed to death.
Fascinated by what he’s doing.
I’m fucked-up.
This is fucked-up.
His hand slides lower, and my body betrays me and breaks out in goose bumps, which he doesn’t miss as he reaches my pussy. Two fingers slide along my lips, and when they do, he can tell. He knows. It’s the slight twitch of his lips that gives it away. He pulls his fingers away and quickly brings them to his lips, and smiling as he slides them into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Little Miss Trouble likes to play dirty.”
“How do you know it’s not from earlier?” I bite back.
“Oh, it’s not.”
He’s right.
It’s not.
He lifts the knife from my leg and slides it toward where his hand was between my legs. A small amount of blood trails in its wake along my skin.
I freeze, my whole body locking up tight.
He notices, and his expression turns wicked.
“Are you finally afraid?” he asks.
Fucking hell, I don’t dare look at him. Instead, I stare down at that knife where it rests near my pussy.
That’s an area where I’d prefer not to have a knife, thank you very much.
“Little Miss Trouble. What if I…” He moves the blade a bit, and now it’s so close that if he moves it any farther, it will slide straight over my most sensitive body part.