Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“You can fight all you want, Mint. It’s just going to make me want you more.”
I screamed obscenities at him. The ground was cold and unyielding, just like him, and every inch of me burned with the knowledge that there was no getting out of this. His strength, his control, was absolute. He was suffocating me with the wool I’d had pulled over my eyes.
“Wilder, please!” I breathed raggedly, the words ripping from my throat. It wasn’t even a plea for mercy, it was desperation, confusion, and a fear I couldn’t suppress.
“You don’t have to beg,” he replied, his tone laced with something far too close to sensuality.
He yanked my pants down for the second time that night. He maneuvered my body easily, spreading my legs apart until I felt the burn in my thighs.
“Wilder—” I tried to protest, but anything I wanted to say was lost as he slammed inside me. The sheer force of it sent me sprawling forward. With no way to catch myself, I braced, expecting to hit the ground. He caught me at the last second, his hands gripping my waist to keep me steady, to ensure I took everything he gave.
His breathing was steady while mine came in broken gasps. The pain gave way to a mix of pleasure and humiliation. My body screamed at me to stop fighting, to surrender to the inevitability of him, but I couldn’t convince my mind to do the same.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “You were made for me.”
The way I clenched around him, the heat pooling low in my stomach, and the traitorous shiver that ran through me as his gloved fingers dug into my hips, had to be a reaction from muscle memory. I couldn’t deny what he coaxed from my body even as I hated him for it.
“You’re mine, Mint,” he hissed, his voice like velvet laced with poison. “You’ve always been mine. I won’t ever let you forget that.”
His words felt like a noose tightening around my throat, pulling me deeper into the suffocating darkness that was him. Tears burned in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks as his pace grew harder, the rhythmic sound of our bodies carrying through the treetops.
I hated him.
I hated that I loved him.
I came shuddering around his dick. I could feel my cum and juices all over him and dripping down my legs.
“Good girl,” he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I fucking love you.”
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t slow.
He pounded into me, fucking me through every jagged edge of my release until I was quivering beneath him and cumming again, pleasure making my toes curl. Even in his brutality, he cushioned me, one arm holding me up so I wasn’t slamming face-first into the ground. It was infuriating, the way he could do something so violent and still make it feel like care.
“Stop, please,” I groaned, my voice breaking.
“You don’t want me to stop. You never do.”
I clenched my teeth, trying to block out the familiar sensation building inside me yet again, trying to think of anything else.
It didn’t matter. He knew my body too well. He suddenly shifted, his hands firm on my hips as he flipped me onto my back. I tried to twist away, but his weight bore down on me again, pressing me into the dirt.
His knees forced mine apart, and his gloved hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he pushed back inside me. His masked face loomed above me, blocking out the world, his dominance suffocating and inescapable. “You’re beautiful, like this too.”
All I could do was glare at him. My body ached, trembling beneath his relentless attention, my wrists still bound tight with twine, dug into my skin with every feeble movement.
“Don’t fight it, Mint. You can’t win. “Give me what’s mine.”
I shook my head weakly. “No,” I choked out, as the pressure built, coiling tight in my stomach, my muscles trembling with the inevitability of what he was dragging out of me.
“I feel it. You’re so close.”
“No,” I denied, but it was futile. Pleasure hit me in uncontrollable waves.
My vision blurred, and I gasped, tears streaking down my face as I came again,
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction, his thrusts punishing as he chased his own release. When he finally pulled out, I thought it was over, but then his hands gripped my shoulders, lifting me into a sitting position.
Before I could process what was happening, fingers dug into my jaw, prying my mouth open. More gloved fingers gripped my hair. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”
His voice was calm but laced with a warning I wasn’t going to test.
I opened wider and waited.
“No teeth. You’re beautiful just the way you are, but you’d look just as pretty without them.”
The twine bit into my skin again as I shifted closer to him. His hand guided me, leaving no room for defiance. He slid his slick dick into my mouth, the size of him stealing the air from my lungs as he hit the back of my throat. I could taste us on him, pre-cum, and my juices.