Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Fear shoots through me and intensifies more and more with every brush stroke of the horrifying picture he creates for me. I shake my head no, unable to summon a single word.
"No?" He cocks an eyebrow. "You don't want that?"
I shake my head no.
He runs a finger beneath my chin in a deceptively sweet caress. "Then I guess you'd better play nice and give me what I want. Maybe then I'll play nice, too. Not take as much as I intended to."
Hope sparks to life, easing some of the hopeless fear I was just getting lost in. I still have some control here. I can stop him from taking everything from me, I just... I have to negotiate. I have to buy my freedom.
I shouldn't have to, but right and wrong don't seem to matter to him.
I have to work with the reality I'm experiencing, not moral parameters he clearly doesn't give a fuck about.
I have an idea of what he likes because of last night.
Even though it kills me to give him anything more, I tell myself this is the last time. Obviously, I'll never go anywhere near him again, so I never have to do this again. I just have to escape him one last time with my virginity intact, and in order to accomplish that... I have to stall.
After all, we're on our way to my place. The drive isn't that long.
I bring my hand toward his face, but he grabs my wrist. I gasp, my heart pounding. "I was just going to touch you," I whisper.
He watches me carefully, but releases my wrist to see what I'll do.
I bring my hand closer and caress the side of his face the way he caressed mine. His posture is rigid, his guard still up. He expects me to fight him, and I could, but that will deplete my energy quickly. I won't be able to fight him off, and then he might decide to hurry things along and get straight to fucking me.
If I'm soft and pliant and I play along, I can burn up much more time with much less physical effort.
So, I caress the monster, then I bring him closer for a kiss. My heart flutters madly when his lips touch mine, the breath abandoning my lungs yet again.
Why is it always so intense when he kisses me?
I lose control of the kiss immediately. His hand in my hair makes a fist, then he uses it to pull my head back, angling my neck so he can greedily kiss his way along my jaw and then enjoy that sensitive nook. I can scarcely breathe, and he makes it worse when his scruff scrapes the sensitive skin and then his soft lips soothe the burn.
The way he's holding my hair, I can't really move without hurting myself. I'm pinned beneath the weight of his body, held by my hair like a puppet by its strings.
And he's the puppetmaster.
I only dance when he wants me to.
Chapter eleven
Silvan
Her skin is fucking delicious.
I bite and suck like a starved man encountering his first meal, intent on completely devouring her.
I can't get enough of her.
Each taste only seems to further whet my appetite.
She cries out when I bite too hard, so I soothe her soft skin with a kiss.
Beneath me, she moans, whines, and whimpers like absolute fucking perfection. She lets me do what I want to her, but it’s a struggle for her.
I consume her like a burning flame and let my hands roam her body, squeezing every curve, exploring every dip, every valley.
When my fingers caress her pussy through the fabric of her panties, she squeezes her eyes closed.
Her reluctance doesn't bother me. I've already determined she's mine, so I paw at my property like it belongs to me.
Because it does.
She does.
The more I call her mine, the more I seem to like it.
Eventually, I'm sure she'll get on board.
Until then, I'll enjoy this unconventional phase of our relationship.
The chase.
I'm not usually much of a chaser. Everything is different with her.
I tug down her panties and she instinctively squeezes her legs closed, but I'm between them, so it does no good.
"Silvan, please."
Her words are like gasoline thrown right on the flames.
“You said you wouldn’t…”
She trails off, probably realizing I never promised not to fuck her if she gave me something, I only tossed the bait out there and let her wrap her pretty little mouth around it.
It got me some kisses, so I regret nothing.
“I love the sound of your voice,” I tell her, releasing her hair so I can use both hands to untie the comfortable wrap dress I put her in tonight. “I love your skin and your smell. Your fucking taste. Everything about you is…” I trail off, squeezing her tits through the fabric of her bra, then moving lower and kissing her soft stomach.