Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“I’m glad you understand.”
She might have had her suspicions before, but now that she’s certain I’m a fucking lunatic, the playfulness goes out of her.
Composing herself, she licks her lips, then softly says, “Silvan, I’m… I’m going to say this one more time. Let me go.”
Her voice shakes when she says it.
I like her voice shaking.
I like her fear.
I like the way she’s still looking up at me with those wide eyes like she can’t quite comprehend the man she sees. Or maybe she can, but she just doesn’t want to.
“I won’t tell anyone about this or anything,” she adds as if that might be a concern for me.
It’s not.
If she knew all the fucked-up shit the men in my family have gotten away with for generations because we had enough money to make our problems go away, she’d lose all her faith in this so-called civilized world she’s so certain she lives in.
I don’t tell her, though.
I like her naivety and want her to hold on to it for a while longer.
“I just want to go home,” she finishes softly.
“And I’ll let you,” I assure her. “As soon as I’m finished with you.”
I keep the sword at a threatening distance without pressing it to her skin so I can climb on the bed without harming her. She scoots back away from me toward the pillows where she can rest her pretty little head while I fuck her.
“Silvan, please…”
I like my name on her lips, but I don’t tell her that. She might opt to deprive me of the pleasure as a punishment if I do.
My elaborate costume looks fucking cool but is a bit of a pain in the ass now that I need to undress with a reluctant partner who poses a flight risk.
Granted, she can’t get out of this room until the door opens, so I have her trapped here for a good amount of time, but I—
My thoughts are interrupted when the girl sees her chance—me attempting to disrobe—and tries to roll off the damn bed again.
I grab one of her long blond pigtails and give it a sharp tug. She yelps as I drop the sword on the bed and drag her little ass back over to me, then cries out when I grab her wrists, forcing them behind her back and shoving her down on the bed. I hold her wrists behind her with one hand. Aggravated, I toss the sword on the ground behind me.
“All right, I see we’re doing this the hard way.”
“Get your hands off me,” she says, fighting my hold on her.
This is not how I wanted to do this.
Since she’s fighting me now, I hold her down with one hand and push down her shorts with the other.
“No,” she cries, twisting and trying to break free.
I dig my fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties, causing her to gasp at the roughness. I yank them down, and she lets out an agonized cry as her pale, lovely ass comes into view.
Fucking Christ.
I want to bite it.
I run my hand over her soft flesh, then grab a nice handful of her ass and squeeze.
Her ass is fucking perfect. My cock was already hardening, but the sight of it, the feel of it in my hand…
I need to be free of the constraints of this godforsaken costume, but her ass is hard to let go of. I want to explore her body more, so much more. I want to touch and taste every inch of her, but I settle for one more caress. I slip two fingers between her thighs and feel her pussy. So fucking soft, so in need of my attention.
My cock pushes at the fabric of my breeches, trying desperately to break free, and reminds me it is also in need of attention.
“Christ,” I curse lowly, shifting the wiggling girl and my weight on top of her so I can reach down and free my cock.
Relief fills me as soon as it drops free from its fabric prison and hangs heavily between my muscular thighs.
I can see for all my relief, Sophie’s feeling exactly the opposite. Her eyes are wide with absolute horror as she stares at it.
I don’t know if she’s seen a cock before.
Mine’s a good nine inches and thick and veiny when I grasp it. Seeing it sends her scooting back on the bed, eyeing it like a monster coming to get her.
Which I suppose is fair.
“No, please,” she says with renewed vigor, shaking her head. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Please falls from her lips like a Sunday morning prayer, over and over again, more and more desperate as I shove her panties lower and make room for myself between her thighs.
Her desperation intensifies.
“Please, please don’t do this.”
I ignore her protests, though I do enjoy them. I wish I had more time with her tonight. I haven’t even been inside her yet, and I already regret knowing I won’t be able to explore every hole or taste every inch of her. My time is limited—literally. When those doors open, she’s getting the hell out of here. And if she has her way, I know she’ll never see me again.