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)
I’m shaking when he finally breaks the kiss.
I want to curl up in a ball in the corner and find safety, but he won't let me cower. He won't let me go.
"Silvan, please. I just want to go home," I whisper.
He keeps me pulled against his chest. He's solid and unyielding, but right now it feels more like a wall I'm chained to than a haven I can count on for safety. "First, you're going to do what I told you to."
I lie to myself that maybe if I do what he wants, he'll let me go.
I can't make myself believe it, though, so my body trembles in the sudden cold as his body heat leaves me and he walks away to grab the camera.
Chapter eighteen
Silvan
She’s shaking as I stalk toward her with the camcorder on.
Doing her best to please me, though, she pushes her panties down past her lovely thighs. A tear streaks down her cheek as she bends to shove them below her knees, and then the fabric pools on the floor at her feet. Her tremulous gaze meets mine and then, when she thinks it’s what I want, she steps out of them.
Such a good girl.
The heartless lens of this old camcorder might interpret her as pitiful, but to me, she’s a goddess. An angel. The loveliest sacrifice I’ve ever seen.
The woman of my fucking dreams.
It’s no wonder I’m fucking obsessed with her. She’s perfect. I’d have to be a fool not to be, and I am no fool.
I turn off the recorder and chuck it on the bed, catching Sophie’s waist and sliding my other hand around her neck. She gasps as I pull her in for a kiss, her hands naturally rising to push at my chest, but I ignore the pressure and walk her back until her legs hit the mattress.
Her lips are soft and pliant beneath mine. She tastes like cherries. I fucking love cherries, especially mixed with the natural flavor of her skin.
I want to devour her, to fucking consume her, but if I completely consume her, there will be nothing left.
Her breath shudders as I release her from the kiss and press my forehead to hers, just breathing her in. I steal another couple of soft kisses on the corners of her mouth, but I let her catch her breath.
“Touch me,” I tell her.
Her gentle hand trembles, but she slides it down the front of my pants and cradles my cock in her hand. I bite back a groan because that wasn’t what I meant. I just wanted her hands on my body, but I’m damn sure not going to turn down her hand on my cock.
I listen to her breathing as she caresses my cock through the fabric of my underwear.
“I want your skin touching mine,” I say, my voice rough and demanding.
She flinches a little. I hear her swallow, but then she tugs the waistband of my boxer briefs and pushes her hand down inside, gently handling my cock when she could be rough and petty.
I kiss the side of her face as she takes me in her soft hand and strokes my aching cock.
“Like this?” she whispers, sounding so scared but eager to please me.
She’s so close I can feel her breath against my neck, feel her body trembling against me when I tip her head back so I can see her face.
If she looks up at me like this when I'm fucking her, I don't know how I'll ever stop.
"Just like that," I rumble reassuringly, smoothing back her blonde hair so I can kiss her temple. “Your hand feels so good, baby.” I pull her close and she turns her face so her breath rushes against the crook of my neck. She’s hiding, but that’s okay. I’ll protect her from anything, even me.
Downstairs, the pretentious fucking grandfather clock this prick keeps in his living room chimes, reminding me that as much as I’d like to take my time enjoying her, I do need to move things along if I want to finish before the fucker gets home.
Though it does bring me some measure of enjoyment imagining him coming home to find me fucking her in his bed.
I’ll get more enjoyment out of actually doing it, so it’s time to stop her. I grab her wrist lightly and her hand stops moving. I draw her hand out of my pants and feel precum on her palm, so I lift her hand, turn the palm to face her, and tell her, “Lick.”
Her lips part and her tongue darts out. My cock jumps as I watch her lick my cum off her hand, her gaze never leaving mine.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.”
She averts her gaze shyly, but I grip her chin and tilt her face up so she has to look at me again. I never want to stop looking at her lovely face. I want to paint it with my cum and make her walk around like that so everyone knows she’s mine.