Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I’m giving her just enough of my cock for her to feel how wide I’m going to spread her.
I’m not a small man, and I know the first thrust inside her is going to sting. With her arousal as our only lubrication, this is going to burn like a bitch as I take this ass again.
My cock twitches at the thought of her tiny and sweet cry as I spread her hole wide.
“Nick—”
I stop her in her tracks by pushing my way into her, causing her to gasp loudly.
“It hurts!”
“Did you think your punishment wouldn’t?” I push deeper inside her, watching her bite her lips as I do.
“It’s too big.” She’s breathless and her chest heaves beneath me.
The friction with little lube is making it harder to enter her, but the sadist in me is liking the pain I cause.
Penance for all this trouble.
Payment for her crime.
If she thought her tale with me would be a love story, she now knows how wrong she was.
Fucking the villain hurts.
Her tight little hole constricts my cock causing my heart to stop for a second. My dick fits so well and yet is being squeezed to almost painful limits. How am I supposed to resist someone who makes me feel this way? Her tight asshole, her pouty lips kissing me, her intoxicating moans, and the heat of her body that has become my everything right now.
She starts to meet my thrusts, clinging on to me for dear life as her walls contract around my shaft.
“That’s right,” I coo. “Let that orgasm come. You like having this ass fucked.”
She nods as she meets my next thrust with as much force as I give.
I’m the dominant one, the male, the alpha, and yet it’s my heart that flutters with excitement that she likes the fucking pain as much as I do. I have the strong, intense feeling this is going to be the start of something new, something amazing, and I can’t wait to see where it leads us. Hell, I’m stupid enough to think it’s going to be easy or like some sort of fairy tale with a road that leads unerringly to happily ever after. But right now, she’s mine. I have her. All is good in the world. My world.
“Now, Lyriope. Come now,” I demand as I play with her clit. I feel my balls drawing up, but I want to see her completion first.
With a cry, she obeys, her head arching back as she explodes. Her convulsions cause her ass to close like a vise around my cock, each contraction having a strength I’m absolutely incapable of resisting.
As I finally explode in the glorious release I’ve been craving, my cum shooting into her tight ass, Lyriope’s lips press hard against mine, building our bond even more intensely.
She is mine.
I’m sure of it, and no matter how hard it becomes, or who demands it, I have absolutely no intention of ever letting her go again.
Chapter Seven
Lyriope
“I thought you were going to chop off my fingers,” I say as my body and mind seem to connect once again after moments of feeling as if I was floating away into a world of bliss.
“Why would you think that?” he asks with a smirk.
I want to trace my tongue along his upturned lips. I recognize this Nick. I remember this side of him. It’s familiar even as it’s foreign. His smile soothes me just as much as it scares me. The tug-of-war between emotions when it comes to this paradox of a man spins my mind and casts it into a sea of confusion and bedlam.
“Oh I don’t know. The memory of your threats is forever seared into my brain.”
He chuckles at my dark humor, then stands up from the floor.
Naked.
So very, very naked.
His body… Jesus Christ, his body. The way the moonlight shines in from the veranda and reflects off his tattoos makes him appear as if he’s a painted god. The man is chiseled stone. A perfect masterpiece. For the first time, I notice he has a tattoo of playing cards on his back thigh. A king of spades, a queen of hearts, and an ace of diamonds. They are surrounded in a tea party setting. Bright colors, chipped and intricate teacups, and little cookies on a table that say “eat me”. A Wonderland painting in full display, and I’m fascinated by the true art that has been expertly crafted onto his body.
“Do you have scars all over your body?” I ask him, remembering that he told me his tattoos cover his scars. And since he has tattoos all over his body, I wonder if that means scars are everywhere too.
“For the most part,” he says as he walks over to the veranda and looks out.
The way the moonlight highlights his outer edges almost give off a paranormal vibe. Like he’s a vampire king looking out over his empire.