Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
She was about to toss them aside when I snatched them out of her fingers.
“W-What are you do—”
While looking into her eyes, I folded them inside out so the material that had been touching her cunt was on display. “What’s this, you pretty little liar?” I ran my finger over the saturated fabric.
She panted, her nipples hardening. God, she was beautiful. “I’m an ass and nipple man, Liliana.” I stroked myself lazily, rubbing her panties up and down my cock. “And yours is the most perfect set I’ve ever seen.”
Liliana didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to. I wasn’t looking for conversation tonight. I wanted to see how much she’d fight me and how far I’d have to push her to show my girl I was in control.
“Now, sit on the table, spread your legs, and let me see your pussy while I enjoy my dessert.”
Chapter 11
Liliana
I should have taken the fork and rammed it in his dick, which he was obscenely stroking in front of me. What he wanted me to do—what he wanted from me—was vile, sick, and coming from a dangerous man who was a narcissist.
Then why did it turn me on?
I stood there for what felt like an eternity. But Matteo did nothing but masturbate as he sat there watching me.
I hated how that made me feel.
He’d humiliated me by showing the evidence of my arousal.
Getting on the table was one of the hardest—yet easiest—things I’d ever done. A total contradiction in every way.
Once seated on the table, I kept my legs closed, dangling them off the edge, feeling my arousal no doubt make a wet spot right beneath me. I wanted to cover myself. I’d never been fully nude in front of anyone.
“Open your legs and place your heels on each corner. I want to see those pretty petals opening for me so I can see just how pink you are.” His voice was low. His tone was even.
I licked my lips then pursed them as I knew what I had to do. I agreed to be his for a ridiculous amount of money. For my ultimate freedom.
I really am his whore.
But the thought of being able to go anywhere in the world and leave this shithole city behind was too much of a temptation to pass up.
Even if I had to sell my body and soul to the Devil to make that happen.
I placed my palms on the table and lifted my legs, doing what he said by placing my heels on either corner.
But I couldn’t look at Matteo. So I stared at the vaulted ceiling, counting the crystals in the chandelier as I felt a mixture of chilled air and warmth from the fireplace just feet from where we were.
But as the seconds ticked by and he didn’t speak, didn’t even touch me, I gathered my courage and looked at him.
Matteo was leaned back in his chair, his focus right between my legs, his elbow braced on the armrest of his chair as he ran his thumb along his bottom lip.
I licked my lips but couldn’t find the words to either tell him I couldn’t do this, to fuck off, or to touch me because I felt like I was dying on the inside if he didn’t.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, Matteo pulled his chair closer, slid his plate of cake between us, and started eating.
“W-what are you doing?” My voice was threadbare.
He was silent for long moments, as if savoring his cake, as if I weren’t sitting right in front of him with my pussy on full display.
“I’m enjoying my dessert while your pretty pink cunt is right in front of my face, Liliana. I thought that was clear.”
The subtle clink of his fork hitting the plate every time he got a forkful of cake seemed overly loud, making my ears ring.
I shifted my legs, but he snapped his gaze up to me, a scowl on his face.
“Don’t move.”
I was so stunned by the hard, whiplash-like sound of his voice that I froze. He went back to his dessert, and I exhaled a shaky breath.
And God help me, but as the minutes ticked by and he stayed silent, intermittently eating and looking between my legs, I felt my desire blossom.
I felt my juices sliding down the crease of my ass. I felt the wet mess I was making on the tablecloth. I found it shocking at how much I was getting off by this. It was something I’d never admit, maybe not even to myself out loud.
I felt a droplet slide down my ass and clenched my inner muscles on instinct. This was absolute torture, but God…it was hotter than hell.
Could Matteo smell how wet my pussy was? Could he see how absolutely hot I was for him?
Once he was finished eating, he pushed his plate to the side and leaned back in his chair. His cock was so hard and still free of his pants. The thickness obscenely pointed up, clear fluid smeared along the tip.