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)
“Silvan,” I whisper. “Please… I’m—”
“You’re what?” His eyes burn into mine with such intensity, I can’t look away. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m scared.”
He caresses my jaw almost lovingly even as he revels in my fear. "Of me?"
My heart thunders, but I nod my head.
His lips tug up faintly, then he pushes a hand between my thighs and rumbles, "Is that why you're so fucking wet for me, Sophie?"
I squeeze my eyes closed.
Humiliation ripples through me. I want to shove his hand away, shove him away. I want to run and never see him again.
“This pussy’s just begging to be fucked, pretty girl.”
No.
I bite back the denial because I know it doesn’t matter.
He’ll do what he wants to do to me.
He doesn’t even need justification.
I knew coming here tonight was a risk, but I didn’t think I was meeting him.
I would have had a better idea of my odds if I’d known it would be him.
With his palm resting possessively between my thighs, he has to let go of my face to unbutton my shirt. I could fight him, but there's little point, so I just close my eyes and refuse to participate.
The cool air hits my flesh when my shirt falls open. Silvan presses a hand against my belly, then slides it around my side and grips my waist.
"I fucking love your body," he tells me. "The feel of it beneath my fingers. The look of it. Your taste. Every-fucking-thing about it is perfect to me."
His words send a shiver down my spine.
His hand presses at my waist until I let him move me down the wall closer to the dresser.
"Get on your knees."
My knees feel weak, anyway. I don't want to, but I don't want anything worse to happen, so I fall to my knees.
"Such a good girl," he murmurs, looking down at my teary eyes. He caresses my jaw briefly, then lets go and grabs a condom off the dresser.
I swallow as he holds it out for me to take it.
I do, my heart sinking.
He didn't put a condom on last time he wanted me to suck him. I'm on my knees, so I thought... but maybe...
"Silvan..."
He grabs a small camcorder off the dresser, flipping open the side and removing the lens cap.
I shrink away, unsure what he's doing.
"Now open it, Sophie."
My fingers shake as I slowly tear open the foil packet.
I don't understand why he's recording me doing it, but I don't like it.
"Look up at me."
He's towering over me. I wonder how vulnerable I must look down here.
His lips tug up and he presses a button. "That was perfect, baby. You're such a good girl. Give it to me."
I do, and confusingly, he puts the open packet on the dresser.
"Now, when I turn this back on, I want you to take off those ripped up tights and then look up at me."
I sniffle, shifting my weight and sitting on my butt so I can peel off my shoes and the ruined hosiery.
“Perfect. Up on your knees. Unzip me.”
Moisture leaks out of the corner of my eye. I dash it away before getting up on my knees. The hardwood floor is too hard, and the room is too cold. I shiver, my shirt hanging open, but I guess at least it gives me a little coverage.
Gripping his hip for stability, I try to ignore the feel of him solid and real beneath my fingertips. I tell myself I just have to get him off and then he’ll leave me alone, but I don’t think it’s the truth.
I tug down his zipper and feel his huge cock straining against the fabric. Drawing in a shaky breath, I look up at him. “Do you want me to pull them down?”
His lips tug up and he presses a button on the camcorder. I watch, confused, as he closes the screen and sets the camera aside, but I’m still waiting for an answer.
He offers his hand.
Tentatively, I take it.
He pulls me to my feet and I feel an initial burst of relief before I realize I may be getting ahead of myself.
He walks me over to the bed and stops at the foot.
“Turn around to face me. When I get the camera and start walking over here, you’re going to keep your eyes on me and take off your panties.”
“Silvan, I… I don’t want anyone to see a video of me.”
He ignores me, his attention caught on my lips. His brow furrows and he murmurs, “We need to rough up this mouth a little first.”
My heart stalls because I’m not sure what that means but my brain goes straight to violence.
Would he hit me?
I can’t imagine he would, but I don’t really know him that well.
I lurch away as he reaches for me, but he grabs my neck and my waist, pulling me in and trapping me. I struggle to get away, but his mouth crashes into mine with startling brutality. I cry out and gasp at the force, still struggling to break free as he holds me captive and ravages my mouth more savagely than when he's kissed me before. It feels less like hunger and more like an assault.