Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I’m not prepared for what’s about to happen. I know the extent he’ll go to, to get what he wants. And right now, he wants to get his hands on my father.
Lost in thought, I let out a surprised yelp when he spreads my legs and climbs back onto the bed behind me.
“Such a pretty pussy. It’s going to be a shame that I have to punish both of us.”
“I don’t know where he…” I don’t even get to finish the sentence before I feel his back against mine, his weight presses into me, and his hard cock digs into my ass. His mammoth hand circles the back of my neck, and he squeezes my flesh in warning.
“Do not speak unless it is to tell me where your father is hiding,” he grits out, giving me a hard squeeze before pulling away completely.
I shouldn’t be turned on. I should be terrified. Yet, the warmth between my legs grows, and wetness forms against my folds. He’s making me need him, want him, even in the moments when I shouldn’t. He’s a drug I’ll never be able to quit, and I’m ashamed to admit it because wanting him as badly as I do makes me vulnerable.
“Now, let’s see how many times I can bring you to the edge before you lose your mind.” The darkness in his voice blankets over my skin, and I shiver.
A moment later, he’s between my legs, his hot breath fanning against my entrance. Even the sensation that brings makes me pulse and press back against his face, seeking out a release. It’s been three weeks. Three weeks without an orgasm, without pleasure.
“I think you’re forgetting the lesson here. This is a punishment, if you want to come, then you’ll need to tell me where your father is,” Julian growls against my folds, and then the world around me fades away.
I fist the sheets and squirm against his hold. His fingers dig into my flesh as he holds me spread open, his mouth devouring me, feasting like a savage beast. His tongue slips inside my pussy, and he fucks me for a few long seconds before moving to my clit. He’s merciless, and while I try and hold back the pleasure threatening to swallow me whole, I can’t.
My stomach tightens, and the lightning bolts of pleasure start to shoot through me. I can feel myself on the edge of an orgasm, and without care, push back against his face, grinding my pussy against his mouth to get it right where I want it.
That’s my biggest mistake because Julian isn’t about to let me come. I know this, can feel it as my body shudders against the mattress. A second later, he proves his point and pulls away, leaving me aching and cold.
“Julian,” I whimper in frustration, knowing that if I tell him what he wants to know, he’ll let me come while also knowing I might as well be pulling the trigger on my father’s life.
His mouth is replaced with two fingers, which trace my opening.
“Tell me where your daddy is, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your name.”
“I don’t…”
“If you say so,” the words are a whisper, and though I can’t see his face at that instant, I know there is a cruel smile on his lips. I’m going to pay for lying to him, pay with my body, mind, and soul.
He traces my opening, sinking the two thick digits inside my already drenched entrance. Like a cat in heat, I push back against his hand, and I’m rewarded with a chuckle.
“It sucks when you want something so badly, and it’s within reach, yet you can’t have it, doesn’t it?”
“You’re…” I gasp as he moves faster, making whatever I was about to call him evaporate from my mind.
“Not a liar like you, that’s for sure.” He moves the two fingers faster and faster, and the pressure in my womb mounts.
“Oh, god,” I pant, warning him once again how close I am to coming. It’s a stupid mistake because he’s not going to let me come.
Like the bastard he is, he stops fucking me with his fingers and slows to nothing more than a stroke, stopping the build-up of pleasure in an instant.
Frustration mounts inside of me, and my head spins. I need to come, want it so badly, I could hump the mattress at this point and get off.
“If you want to come, you know what you have to do.” Julian slips through my wet folds and rubs gentle circles against my clit.
“Please… please…” I beg deliriously.
Coating his fingers in my arousal, he trails back to my entrance, sinking the two fingers inside me. He starts to fuck me again, and for a moment, I get lost in the pleasure that starts to build back up. Maybe he’s finally going to let me come? Caught up in my own thoughts, I fail to notice the sound of a bottle popping open.