Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I lean away and look at the beauty that stands before me.
Her eyes close, almost as if she’s expecting me to hurt her.
When both my hands touch the bare skin right near her chest, her eyes burst open, and she sucks in a breath.
I don’t take my eyes off hers, and neither does she, as I slide my hands down across her tits and into her nightgown.
RIP!
The top tears open like it was easy, the fabric parting to reveal more of her skin. The mere sight of her naked skin rouses me and makes the devil inside me hungry for more. And I don’t stop … I keep tearing through her nightgown until it’s completely ripped all the way to her belly button. Until the fabric falls off her shoulders and her ample tits are revealed.
Her nipples peak from the cold, and my mouth waters at the thought of sucking them until she moans out loud. And my eyes can’t help but consume every inch of her flesh like a goddamn animal. She’s beautiful, naked, and vulnerable, like an empty canvas waiting to be painted on.
A smug grin spreads on my face. “So many secrets … I can’t wait to uncover.”
She stays in place, head tilted proudly upward, as she glares down at me with scorn. Beads of sweat roll down between her crevice, and I pick one up with my index finger and bring it to my lips. My tongue darts out to lick it off, and she can’t stop watching my every move, her lips parting right as my tongue slides off the tip.
I know she wants it. She only needs to ask.
But that part … we’ll get to it later.
I part her nightgown farther until it completely falls off and onto the floor. What’s left is Monica in purple undies with frills near her thighs. So innocent … yet so sinful. Almost as if she’s trying to hide that part about her that’s begging to be released.
And I want nothing more than to loop my fingers into each of those frills and tear them loose, one by one.
I step closer until I tower over her, her eyes following mine wherever I go. I know she wants to see me. The real me. In all its corrupt, ugly glory.
My finger slips underneath her panties, right where her pussy is, and she swallows hard.
RIP!
The flimsy panties tumble to the floor, her resolve faltering by the second. And I lean in so close that our lips almost touch.
At that moment, I want nothing more than to own her.
I want her so much that I can’t stop myself from planting my lips on hers and stealing a kiss. A desperate, greedy, insatiable kiss. One that makes me want to groan and shove her against the wall and do wicked, dirty things to her body until she screams my name.
I fucking want her to be mine, but she can’t.
She can’t be mine …
Because I would break whatever barrier she’s built around her heart and smash everything to pieces.
My lips tear away from hers. I can almost taste the fear.
Fear … of me. Of what I’ve done, what I’ve become … what I could do to her.
And as her eyes water, mine narrow and my nostrils flare.
Every time I look at her, something animalistic inside me wants to take over.
Something dangerous. Something that’s already ruining her…inch by inch.
As much as this had to happen, I don’t want to murder what’s left of her self-worth.
So I step back, fish my phone from my pocket, and snap a picture of her. Her eyes flash from the light, and she closes them briefly, only to rub them harshly.
“What are you—Did you just take a picture of me?” she asks, making a face.
I can’t deny it. But now she’ll know why I did what I just did. “Proof.”
The look on her face turns from pure angst to complete rage, a beautiful painting of emotions slathered across her face. All because of me.
“Of what?” she retorts, clutching her own body. “That you’re a despicable human being?”
I hate that she talks about me like that, that I’m not even worth being called an asshole anymore. No, I’ve morphed into something worse.
With my teeth grinding against each other, I turn away and grab a white shirt lying on the table. I throw it at her and look away. “Put that on and go.”
“What?” she mumbles as if she’s still in shock about what happened. “So that’s it?”
I don’t respond.
She quickly puts on the shirt and stares at me for a few seconds. “A picture? That’s all this was for?” She almost chokes on her own words.
I point at the door. She has to leave before I do something I’ll regret. I don’t want to take her, not like this. I’m not a fucking monster.