Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“I suppose you wouldn’t like the idea of anything happening to Bobby while you were tied up.”
“You would never hurt the boy; you are absolutely enamored of him. He is the Adam to your Eve.”
“And you are God in this scenario? And Eve is barren?”
“You may not have a baby, Riley, but there are other ways of creating things in this world,” Angelo says. “And I am certainly no god. I may be the snake who encourages the innocent woman to eat of the fruit of knowledge, discover herself, and unleash her true nature on the world.”
He’s so poetic, so deeply intelligent. I’m finding myself rather enjoying having him captive simply for the conversation which does not tend to happen so much this way when he is free.
“I want to let you go,” I tell him. “But I don’t want you to retaliate. I want this to make us even.”
Angelo’s smile softens slightly. “Come here,” he says, lifting a chained hand and crooking his finger at me.
I go to him, crawling on hands and knees, sliding up under his chains so he can wrap his arms around me. The shackles are heavy against my back, but the warmth and security of his embrace is worth the discomfort. I feel the blissful warmth of something that might be forgiveness emanating through my body.
I dare look up at him in the hopes this has all been resolved through talking. Angelo lowers his head, putting his lips low by the side of my temple.
“Run, Riley,” he growls in my ear. “Run, and do not look back. Because, little girl, when I find you, I will all but end you.”
I stiffen with excitement, as his words send adrenaline coursing through me.
“What?”
“I am not a merciful master, girl, and you are no obedient mate. You are the little beast who guards my interests, and now you have turned your fangs on me. I will remove them. I will more than break you. I will domesticate you.”
He is looking down at me with the most loving expression as he says these terrible things, his handsome features contorted with clear pleasure as he makes these threats. He enjoys the concept of cruelty. He relishes being a manifestation of terror.
“I don’t think you will,” I say, finding confidence I did not know I had.
“No?” He tilts his head and gazes at me with dark affection. “Why not?”
“Because you have no use for anything without fangs. You like my teeth. And you like the devil in my soul. You like everything about me that everybody else has always hated, and that is why you will never really hurt me, no matter what you say.”
“Terrible girl,” Angelo purrs affectionately, fisting my hair in his hand before kissing me deeply.
His kiss drives all fear from me, because it is a kiss of pure possession. Perhaps I will turn him loose and he will give chase, keeping his word of brutally breaking me. Or maybe I will gain the upper hand and escape his vengeance for a time at least. We are locked in a stalemate — or rather, he is. Schroedinger’s Angelo. He is both free, and not free. And lying in his arms, I occupy the same state of captivity and freedom.
“I can’t let you go,” I murmur against his mouth. “I don’t know if I want to. I think I want you where I have you.”
“Of course you do,” Angelo purrs. “But deep down, you know you need me free.”
“Why?”
He runs a hand down my back, fingernails lightly scratching through the fabric of my top.
“Because you crave the pain only I can bring you. Nobody else in this world will hurt you as perfectly as I do, Riley.”
He’s right. My belly clenches low, my arousal rising through me. This began as vengeance for a cruel and unnecessary test, but it has become something else. I wish to suckle at the very source of his cruelty.
I slide down his body, not for a moment even thinking of taking his shackles off. I work his fly open and his cock springs free. I felt it hard against my belly and now it stands erect before my eyes, lips, and tongue.
Without a word, I engulf his cock with my mouth. I take him as deeply as I can, feeling the way he throbs against my sensitive tongue. I lick all the way up the length of his cock, thrilling to the way his breathing changes, becoming shorter. His body is tighter, muscles in his thighs hard beneath my soft curves as I use my mouth to take him from his state of erectness to a one of unbridled need.
I hear him flex and hit his chains, hear the growl of frustration as the great Angelo Vitali finds himself trapped just as surely as any great beast might be.