Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“Now, are you ready to tell me the full truth of what you were doing in here?” he says.
I bite through the pain, ignoring him despite knowing the consequence is more…
SLAP! SLAP!
Sizzling, burning, exciting pain.
And I feel it everywhere … not just on my ass but in my pussy too, and I don’t know how to switch it off. It feels so wrong, so immoral that he’s doing this… but more because I’m fighting the arousal.
“Answer me, bunny,” he growls, raising his hand. “I can play this game all night long.”
“Yeah, I bet you enjoy hurting people,” I retort.
I know it’s a low blow, but what else do I have at this point? He’s already stolen my freedom, part of my innocence, and now my dignity too.
He grabs ahold of my ass, one hand still firmly on my wrists, pressing me down against the window. “Hurting people? Yes.” He slaps me again. “Hurting you?” A half-groan, half-laugh rolls from his tongue. “No. I’m just having fun.”
SLAP!
The last one is harder than the ones before, and a moan spills out of me.
He leans in to whisper, “And I think you are too.”
I’ll never admit how it makes me feel when he touches me. “Shut up,” I growl.
He snorts against my neck. “You have an awful lot of bite for a soft, innocent little girl.” His nose briefly pauses near my hair, and I hear him sniff. “But you smell like a fuckable little slut.”
I gulp and immediately worry he heard it. I hate what he does to me, how vulgar he is to me … like I’m nothing more than an average girl to him who he dragged home so he can lock up and throw away the key while using her for his every dirty fantasy.
Somehow, that thought makes my clit throb.
Fuck. No. Don’t ever go there.
Suddenly, he bends me over, shoving my face down onto the glass as he lifts my ass up in the sky. “Now let me have a taste.”
A shriek is choked in the back of my throat as he rips off my panties, the last thing standing between us. Now I’m fully naked and exposed in front of the window overlooking the parking lot. But it all stops mattering the second he swipes his index finger down, circling my clit before sliding back up along my entrance again, taking with him ample amounts of wetness. Fuck.
“You’re already wet,” he murmurs, and when I look over my shoulder, he brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it.
And oh my God, the sight of him casually licking his finger while staring at me starts a fire in me that I don’t know how to put out. The mischievous look on his face doesn’t help at all, especially since the way he looks at me hasn’t changed one bit. No wonder I had so much trouble fighting him off when he first came into my room and did … this.
A blush spreads on my cheeks, and I quickly look away before I make it any more difficult for myself.
“What’s wrong, Jill?” he asks, and a sudden jerk on the leash around my neck has me looking up right into his eyes through the reflection in the window. “Scared you might start to remember how good it felt when I touched you?”
“Never,” I respond.
He groans, grasping my thighs, and I hear a zipper going down. “Guess I’ll have to fuck your moans right out of you.”
Something hard pushes up against my entrance with a warm tip, and all my alarm bells go off.
I swiftly spin on my heels and go to my knees right before he enters me.
His muscles clench as I face his giant dick again, the rings bouncing up and down along with his length as I look up at him.
“What’s this?” he growls.
“I’ll suck,” I say. “Just like before.”
His eyes narrow, and he steps away, zipping up again. Clutching my leash, he pulls me with him. “I think the fuck not. You’re trying to avoid being fucked, aren’t you?”
I shake my head, but it doesn’t seem to faze him as he pulls me along by my leash to the middle of the bedroom.
“Please,” I mutter, hoping I can still fix this, but it only eggs him on more, judging from the insufferable smirk on his face.
“It’s still our wedding night, Jill. And your wifely duties don’t end with your mouth around my dick,” he muses as he tugs at the leash to tilt my head up. “Stand.”
I do what he says even though it’s humiliating to stand here in the nude in front of him. But when he releases the leash to step back and look at me for a moment, the blush is right back on my face. He bites his lip while taking ample time to gaze at every inch of my body like he’s trying to engrave it onto his brain.