Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Fuck you!”
With a growl, he lets me down and spreads me belly-down over the table. The bottle of perfume falls and shatters, and the napkin flutters to the floor like the falling petals of a flower. The faintest scent of perfume fills the room.
Without a word, his heavy palm slams across my ass once, twice, three times. I can’t breathe, gasping over the table. I clutch the edge, and he lowers his mouth to my ear.
“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember,” he growls. “You know that. I haven’t hidden it.”
“This is creepy!” I scream as he shoves his tee up so it’s around my breasts, the rest of me nearly naked for him.
Another slap of his palm makes me go up on my toes as his hand falls hot and heavy. I scream myself hoarse until it hurts, but it does no good.
“Stop shrieking at me. I told you if you didn’t watch that mouth, I’d give you a use for it.”
“Fuck off!” I yell. I feel wildly out of control like I’m spiraling into an abyss, and there’s no way for me to stop myself. He spanks me again so hard I can’t breathe.
“Fine, then,” he snaps. “We’ll do this another way.”
He spins me around and shoves me to my knees.
“You should apologize!” I glare up at him, but I’m sopping wet and so needy; if he swiped one finger across my clit I’d probably explode right now. I’m still angry with him… but this is how we do things. I’m the puppet, and he’s pulling my strings. This is our dance, and I was the one who stepped onto the dance floor.
He holds me down with his left hand. I swivel my head and snap at his fingers seconds before he pulls them away from me and unbuckles his belt with his right hand.
“Lydia,” he growls. “If you’d only fucking listen.”
“Listen to your fucking justification about why you’re obsessed with me? Fuck off! Ow!”
His belt slaps against my ass so hard I can’t breathe, the searing leather instantly welting me. He reaches down and fists my hair with his other hand. I scream as he yanks out his cock.
“Don’t you even—”
Another yank of my hair, and my mouth falls open in a scream seconds before he shoves his cock down my throat. Arousal washes through me in a tidal wave at the feel of his hardened, throbbing cock, satin-covered steel, filling my mouth. He fucks my mouth with a savage thrust. My eyes water.
“You talk to me before you lose your fucking mind,” he grates, lifts his hand and snaps the belt across my ass again. Tears blur my vision. “You had your chance. Now, you’ll suck while I talk, and you listen to me.”
I whimper and suck, closing my eyes as I drown in sensation and warmth. I want this so badly; my protests and anger ebb away with every vicious thrust of his cock. Again, he thrusts, and I gag, my eyes watering.
“Yes, I was fucking obsessed with you,” he growls, his hand on my cheek painful as he holds me in position. “Not was. Am. When I go to bed at night, all I think about is you. When I wake up in the morning, where you are and if you’re safe are my first thoughts. Even now, I fucking pat the bed the second my eyes open to check for you.”
He thrusts, and I lick and suck, taking this all in as he throbs in my mouth, and my clit aches to be touched.
“Yes, I stalked you. Yes, I fucking tracked you. Yes, I spent years seeking revenge on the bullies who fucking tormented you. Where do you think I got this scar? One of the assholes cut me, but I wear it with pride because it’s a battle scar. The memory of what I did for the woman I love.”
My eyes go wide, and still, I suck—licking the tip just to gain some control, but he’s impermeable, immovable, his gaze locked on mine as he lifts the belt and snaps it across my ass. “And maybe I thought of this, Lydia. You, here, on your knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock.” When he whips me again, I feel a trickle of arousal slide down my leg. I stifle a whimper.
“Maybe I imagined what it would be like to fuck you. To be near you. To fucking own you. But most of all? Most of all, I thought about what I would do if you were mine. How I’d never let anyone harm a hair on your head.”
He slaps my ass with the belt again while I obediently suck his cock, before he drops it to the floor, grabs my head with both huge, rough hands, and forces me to suck him deeper. I gag, but he keeps fucking my mouth. “I told you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. All I’ll ever want is you. All I’ll ever need is you.”