Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I don’t want to want him. I shouldn’t want him.
But, my body… Oh, God, my body betrays me and wants him so, so much.
Tension gathers between my legs as he arches his brows, tongue running over his lower lip. My gaze traces down to his throat, the black tribal tattoos that curl around his neck and down over his chest.
“Fuck me, wife. You want my cock. Your slutty pussy has already proven that. You came so fucking hard you passed out.”
I shake my head, the contrasting desire to run and to give in whipping my thoughts into a manic frenzy.
“You too sore, baby?”
I should say yes, tell him I can’t do it without him hurting me, but instead, I shake my head. “I’m okay.”
He holds my hips still, his cock just inside me, his own control superhuman. “I don’t want you just okay. You need to answer me, are you too sore?”
“Yes.” I say, “but I don’t know…” More tears burst from my lower lids. “I don’t want to stop. I don’t understand any of this. I think I’m going crazy.”
One hand leaves my hip, reaching for my wrist and bracing it on his chest above his heart as it thumps against my palm. I love the feeling of holding it there, my fingers spread over his bare skin, feeling the steady drum of his heartbeat as he watches me. I’m looking down at my stepfather, naked, under me…
That thought has my muscles clenching and my heart aching with shame.
He reaches up, wiping the tears from my cheeks with his callused thumb, his eyes soft in a way that makes me realize I could still get away.
He’s got a weakness and it’s me.
“Ramses,” I plead. “Just… I did what you wanted, didn’t I? You can just let me go, no one will know. No one will believe me anyway.”
His jaw clenches and he answers me with an upward thrust, making me draw a sharp breath as my nerves prickle under my skin. I eye the gun, now sitting again on the shiny white nightstand.
“You did give me something I wanted," he says. "But I want more. I want you to fuck me like a good girl. Fuck me and tell me you love me, wife. Every time I fuck you, you tell me you love me.”
“No,” I answer as he fills me another inch, then holds me still, his hand leaving my face to command my hip again.
I feel our combined juices leaking out, my body already preparing for what it wants.
The goalposts keep moving and confusion twists inside me.
His lips curve into an evil grin like he’s reading my mind.
“I’ll always keep you on your toes, baby. It’s going to be your job to figure out what I want and give it to me. I’m going to make sure your job isn’t easy. Now, I told you what I want this time, so get to fucking Daddy. You’re dripping down my cock already. Making such a mess.”
There’s no denying how turned on I am despite the circumstances, but his thickness has left me aching, and I’m not sure I can do what he wants.
“You want my cock, don’t you?” he asks with that arrogant grin, and I’m nodding before I can stop myself. “Take it for me, baby. Give Daddy a wedding night gift. You fucking me. Best gift ever. Show me how much you want it. It’s right there. All you have to do is lower yourself down.”
I clutch at his chest. Despite the craziness of this situation, I feel like he’s becoming my safe place. It makes no sense.
Ramses releases his grip, raises his arm and tucks it as a pillow behind his head as he reaches out with the other for the gun. Again, my heart speeds as he brings it to the bed, resting it clutched in his hand at his hip.
“Fuck me, daughter. Take Daddy deep so he can come inside you again.”
I writhe and squeeze my eyes shut, my brain telling me to run while my body craves what he’s giving me.
Not just his cock, the orders, the commands, the fear. All of it.
With a hiss and a wince, I lower myself and inch, two, a sob taking my breath as darts of pain remind me of his size.
“Bijou…” he murmurs, as I feel shame for not being able to do what he wants. Crazy as it sounds, I want to please him.
“Just, I need to go slow.” I bite the inside of my lip to distract myself from the pain as I work my hips back and forth, trying to find the right angle, but he’s huge.
So huge.
“Baby.” The cool metal of the gun barrel makes me wince as it runs up and down the side of my thigh. “When I ask you a question, I expect a truthful answer. I asked if you were too sore. Clearly, you lied.”