Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“You need to get used to it.”
“Get used to what?” He snaps the question at me, two pairs of arms folded over his broad chest in a sulky sort of way.
“The bad guys getting away. They do it a lot. And sometimes, even when they don’t get away, even when you catch them and they get put behind bars, it still somehow feels like they got away with it anyway.”
I watch as the irritation melts from his face.
“I think I like you,” he says. “You have a way about you. Tough, but soothing. Vulnerable, but strong. You lift my mood, and I am in a very bad mood. Or was.”
He returns to me, and his hands slide up over my ass again. Four hands run up my thighs and under my ass, squeeze my cheeks, and grip me strongly.
“It’s a pity that once we find Rage, we will never see one another again,” he says.
“Then I guess we have one night.”
I can’t believe I have the confidence to say that, but I have been left on the edge of climax for longer than I can handle. I would have thought that my arousal would simply have faded, but it hasn’t. Being suspended and denied has left me more eager than before to finish what we started.
This is going to be one night with a creature I’ll never be able to tell anybody about, and that’s okay, because there’s nobody I want to tell. I just want to give into pleasure, even though it is coming from a strange and unsettling place.
Order lets out a throaty chuckle and bars both doors to this room, walking around me to do it. As he passes by, I note the way all eight of his eyes swivel toward me. The hunger of so many gazes fills me with heat.
With the second door barred, he turns back to me with a sharp smile of desire.
And he starts taking his clothes off.
Fuck. Yes.
When he removes his shirt, a shirt with six sleeves — I wonder who makes his clothing — I see that he’s built for action. He’s not overly broad, but he is very muscular. There is a deep red line that runs the length of his chest. It startles me for a moment.
“It’s a mark of venom,” he says. “A warning to the world.”
“You’re venomous?”
“Only if I bite.”
That should scare me, but like everything else about him that should scare me, his danger turns me on.
“You don’t seem to have fangs, though?” His teeth are sharp, but they’re not the curved hollow fangs a venomous creature needs in order to inject venom into their prey.
“That’s because I am trying not to frighten you.”
I look at this creature, this muscular beast of eight limbs and eight eyes and I feel a little pang of guilt, or maybe sorrow.
“Why did your face just change?” He asks the question sharply. I can tell he does not want to be pitied, but I know my answer would make him think I pity him.
“I don’t know.”
“Liar,” he purrs, drawing near. He grasps his web and swings me toward him. My thighs spread around his narrow but powerful waist and his lower hands grip my ass again. “Tell me what thought crossed your mind.”
“I thought that you must be lonely.”
His many eyes blink all at the same time.He looks at me with even more intensity than before.
“Why would I be lonely?”
“Because you can’t go out in the world and just meet people. You’re hiding away here. You don’t want me to go because I’ve seen you, so…” I give as much of a shrug as you can when you’re encased in silken web shibari. “Doesn’t take a detective to deduce…”
He kisses me, roughly and passionately. He drives all remnants of pity from my head and replaces them with raw desire.
His web is pressing against my pussy, tightening and squeezing and making me feel a kind of pleasure I haven’t enjoyed for a long time. He’s toying with me, keeping me on the verge of orgasm. I’m still fully clothed, but I wish I wasn’t.
“Do you wish to be mated?”
He’s asking for consent, which for some reason I am a little shocked by. Probably because thus far he has abducted and suspended me without any concern for my personal autonomy.
I realize I am just staring at him and not replying. He’s going to make me say it. It’s not enough to want it. I have to submit verbally.
I nod my head a little and whisper my response. “Yes.”
I don’t see what he does down below, but I feel the silk tear between my legs, and then my leggings and underwear are pulled down and I am bared to him.
“Beautiful,” he growls, standing back. Two of his lowest hands go to his waist and work on his belt and fly. Both come undone, and a big cock emerges, very human in overall shape, perhaps aside from the fact that the head comes to quite a narrow tip before flaring out to a broad, thick shaft. He is large. He is long. He is monstrous.