Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Her lips part as she inhales a breath. My hands move down her body, trailing the blood. Returning to her warm pussy, I glide one finger inside before adding a second. Her arms rise and she grabs the back of my head. She pulls at the strands of hair as she raises her torso, her dark eyes meeting mine in a challenge. My heart twists at the defiance in her gaze. The girl is a fighter. The girl is on fire. And at this moment, the girl is mine.
She doesn’t say anything, just moves her lips closer, bringing them to my throat. Her sharp teeth scrape along my skin, and she bites. The pang of her teeth is sharp, desperate, and needy. She isn’t gentle and tears through my flesh like an animal desperate for safety.
A growl escapes me. She isn’t fazed by my strong fingers controlling her only source of air. The fact that I could crush her with little to no effort isn’t running in the forefront of her mind.
Something foreign registers in my chest, a sharp tug I haven't felt for a very long time. An emotion I steer clear of because it’s the cause of destruction, yet I cannot name it. Possession maybe? Ownership perhaps?
I push the notion out of my mind, bring my mouth to the hollow of her neck, and savagely tear into her flesh. Wild, animalistic tendencies overtake me. I’m no longer a man, but a beast unleashed. A monster who’ll do whatever he wants without regard or care.
Chapter Six
Bree
Fuck. It hurts.
This bite isn’t like the one he left on my breast. That was laced with pleasure, but this one is frothing with pain. He’s trying to subdue me, to show me he’s in charge. That the power lies with him, and I’m at his mercy.
His flesh surrounds my nails as I dig further, leaving human claw marks permeating his skin. Leaving vicious tears in his flesh.
“That’s it, Little Mouse. Make me bleed.”
His fingers work deep in my pussy, his large fingers stretching me. I moan into his skin, yet I refuse to release his flesh. He adds a third finger, filling me. “Look how wet you are for me. All this sweet cum.”
He shoves me off him, and my teeth scrape his flesh. I know that must have hurt. His shoulder looks vicious from the souvenir of my teeth. He groans at the pain before forcing me, not so gently, onto the ground. Large hands clasp my abdomen like a vise, holding me in place as he brings his face to my center. His nose trails along my pussy, and the night air permeates with his deep inhale of breath.
The tremors in my body are all-consuming. I’m unsure if they’re induced by fear, excitement, or need. Maybe all three. This man can overpower me so easily, and though that should horrify me, it doesn't.
“You smell so sweet, Mouse. I can’t wait to taste this pretty little cunt. Lift your legs for me.”
I don’t move at his commands. “No.”
He tilts his head, his face ominous with the mask hiding his expression. “Are we playing a new game, Mouse?”
I don’t know what emotion he’s wielding behind the shield. Anger? Or amusement?
My legs are lifted, my feet framing my head. He doesn’t wait for me to answer as his tongue lashes at my center, moving up and down my slit with slow movements. The man’s feasting on me as if he’s starved, and I’m the only thing that satiates his hunger.
“Oh, God.”
His hand is on my throat as soon as I speak. His fingers constrict my voice, making the moans barely audible. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make you see heaven once I drag you straight to hell.”
He pushes three fingers in and out of me as the tip of his tongue laps at my clit in circles. My body ignites with fresh fire, consuming me, turning me inside out.
“Grab your feet.”
My hands move at his command, a marionette controlled by the puppet master. My brain usually runs on all cylinders, but it completely shuts down, only able to function on his orders. I like the feeling of not being able to think but moving in reaction to the words of the man making me come alive in ways no other has before.
His fingers twist within me, pushing up and focusing on my G-spot as his teeth tug at my clit, pulling at it. He slides one finger out of my pussy and circles the lubrication from my cunt around my anus in torturous circles. I’m exposed, helpless, and enthralled by how empowering it is.
“I won’t come.” I squeak the words.
“Yes, you will.”
“No. I’m broken.''
He loosens his hold on my throat but continues the assault of his fingers in my pussy.
I take the opportunity to talk, wanting him to know what I desperately need. “I won’t come because I’m not scared.”