Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
If heaven existed, this would be it.
A world where I get to push and test just how far I can take my sexy little mouse. A life filled with me bringing her closer to the edge of darkness and her enjoying every goddamn minute of it.
That’s why I had to do this.
After claiming her orgasm as my own in the front seat of my Ferrari and watching her come apart in my lap—the soft moans, her kisses, and the feel of her mouth on mine—I had to. I needed to feel her lips around my cock, and I couldn’t wait months for that to happen.
“Questo e’ il, topolina,” I grunt. That’s it, little mouse. “Aprire.” Open up. With a handful of her hair, I yank her head back and tug my mask above my lips.
Leaning forward with my dick dangling beneath her chin, I crash our mouths together, but she squeezes hers shut, groaning and twisting to get out of my hold. When I fist her throat with my free hand, she stops fighting and accepts my kiss. I snake my tongue past hers, a roar building in my chest at the taste of her and the mix of saltiness from my pre-cum.
“So fucking perfect,” I whisper against her mouth.
Siân tries to push me again, this time nipping my tongue with her teeth.
“Agh,” I blurt and jerk back, the metallic taste telling me she drew blood. “Uno esuberante.” Feisty one. I grin and run my bloodstained tongue across her cheek. Her tears mix in with the blood, sending a pulsing to my shaft and down to my toes.
I tighten my grip on her hair and bring my other hand to her chin, forcing her to look at me. As she stares into my eyes, something flickers in hers, and a shudder rattles through her body. If it weren’t so dark and if not for this mask, I would guess she senses the familiarity between us. The eyes always give it away.
“You’re going to have to do a little better than that, little mouse,” I taunt with my heavy Italian accent.
I stand upright but keep my hand on the back of her head. Siân stares up at me, her shoulders shaking as tears continue to stream down her cheeks. She looks so damn hot and helpless on her knees, completely at my mercy, and it isn’t lost on me she isn’t trying really hard to get away. In fact, she’s never put up much of a fight. Not now and not in the past. Maybe she likes having me as her stalker. She’s called the cops here and there, but she never pushed them to find the bastard who tormented her.
It’s the same in this instance. After calling the police the night she found my note, it was never brought up again, not by her and not by the department. After a week, they stopped coming around, and if I had to guess, they closed the case. Not to mention that most people would take extra precautions to keep their attacker at bay. Yeah, Siân likes me watching her. Something deep down inside her is just as broken as it is with me. Which makes us so fucking perfect for each other.
The tip of my cock aches to be back inside her hot mouth, and I’m inclined to give it to him. Gripping myself at the base, I line the head with her face, running it along her lips.
“Please, stop,” she whimpers.
I ignore her. “Open.”
And like a hungry little vixen, she does.
“Gahh,” I moan as I sink to the back of her throat.
Siân gags, her face and eyes turning red. I grab her by the throat, all while never letting go of her hair. She can’t breathe. I can feel it from the short intakes of breath around my cock. Fuck, she’s going to kill me.
So fucking perfect indeed.
The harder I thrust, the more she fights. Saliva seeps out around me, coating her chin and my balls. I can feel her racing pulse as I press against the pressure points on her neck. My dick pushes against the wall of her esophagus, and I can feel it against my palm. And the sadistic bastard in me only drives me to hurt her more. Her eyes bulge—bright, wide, and laced in fear—as I choke her with both my dick and fist.
“Swallow this cock,” I order and pull back, only to slam forward again.
A tingle runs up my spine, my nuts draw tight, and white-hot passion blurs my vision. Siân claws at my thighs, her nails breaking skin, but I don’t give a shit. The only thing that matters is her on her knees and the thick rope of cum that shoots down her throat.
“Ahhhh,” I jerk myself with her mouth, then let my wet, now limp dick fall along her chin.