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)
A girl steps out and grabs hold of Zuko’s shoulder, leaning up and whispering something in his ear. He doesn’t seem to really be listening as his eyes search mine before they flick to his brother. I shrug off my shirt and shimmy my jeans down in one smooth move, then kick off my shoes as I make my way toward the water. Stopping at the edge of the pool, I pull my underwear down my legs and leave them at the edge before I climb in. Turning around I lock eyes with Kenzo.
“Happy?” I ask.
“Yes, very much so.”
Just as I’m getting used to the water, I feel a hand wrap around my arm and tug me backward. Zuko’s narrowed eyes and red face stare back at me in anger as he reaches for me and lifts me—as if I weigh nothing—out of the pool. He instantly removes his shirt and pulls it over my head, Enveloping me in his heady scent. I go to speak, but he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder, covering my ass with his hand as he stalks away.
“Bye, boys. It was nice meeting you, Pops, and seeing you again, Kenzo,” I yell out.
I hear Zuko groan as we enter the house. At first, I think he’s going to take me home, but instead, he moves to the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Kyson asks. At least it sounds like Kyson because I can’t really tell since I’m upside down and facing Zuko’s back.
“Going to fuck some sense into her,” Zuko grits out as he grips my ass harder.
“Ha, good luck.” Yeah, it’s definitely Kyson. “Hi, Alaska, don’t die.” Kyson chuckles, and I roll my eyes as Zuko heads up the stairs. We enter a darkened room, and I can hardly see anything, but when he puts me down, I know it’s a bed under me.
As soon as his hands are empty, he reaches for his shirt that I am wearing and pulls it off over my head, before discarding it. I can just make out his shape as I hear him remove his pants and drop them to the floor. I crawl to the edge of the mattress and reach up to touch him.
“Do you have any kinks?” he asks, his hand finding my breast, massaging it before he squeezes the nipple and continues his journey down my body.
“Me? Um… I like to come.”
“Yes, that’s something I have helped you achieve already.” His voice sounds smug and somewhat condescending, but all it does is make me smirk.
“Yes. So if you could do that again…” I trail off as his hand stops on my pussy.
“You shouldn’t have shown them.” The words growled, and there’s a tone that demands attention.
“Shown them what?”
“Your body.”
“Why? Afraid they will like what they see?” I taunt.
“Afraid I’ll have to kill my brother if he mentions what he saw. Or Pops. You can do what you want, but I’d prefer not to kill my family.”
“So, you’re saying if I got naked in another pool, you would be okay with that as long as your family isn’t there?” I sass.
He smacks my pussy, and I yelp. He pulls me back to him, leans down, and kisses my cheek. “That would be fine. I’d happily kill them.”
I can’t help but huff out a soft laugh at his words.
“I have a kink,” he states. “It involves your breathing.”
His mouth is now in front of mine, and I can feel his breath tickle my face. I’ve heard of breath play, which usually involves choking, and I’m down for a bit of choking if it gets me off. I hear the crinkle of a wrapper as one hand works sliding it on.
I move my hand down until I reach his hard cock. Fuck, has it been hard since the moment we got in the car? I lift myself up and grip his shoulders before I wrap my legs around him, and he holds me still so we don’t fall.
“You can play with me, just no knives.”
“Are you sure?” he asks. “No running this time.”
“No running,” I confirm as I take him inside me.
Zuko grunts as he enters me but lets me do all the work. I slide myself up and down his length over and over, up and down, until he takes over, picking up the pace.
I like giving into his power.
What he does to me.
Zuko lays me back on the bed, and my hands find the sheets, clutching them tight. He holds on to my hips and switches things up. He begins to thrust in and out ever so slowly, torturing me with pleasure. My muscles tense with rapture and I’m lost in him. He pulls out, grips my waist, and flips me over. I moan at the loss of his fullness, but he pulls my ass back so it’s in the air before he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head off the mattress. I moan as his cock rubs along the outside of my pussy but doesn’t slide back in. Then I hear a crinkling noise, but it’s not the same sound as a condom wrapper.