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)
I smile at her as I place the container in the pocket of my hoodie. “Some weird hunt club magic?”
“You could say that. It’s completely safe. I’ve been using it for a while.”
“What?” I’m unable to hide the shock in my voice. “Sorry, I just assumed you worked here. You look—”
“Innocent?”
“Well, yes.”
She laughs, the sound melodic. “It’s always the innocent ones.” She places a hand on my shoulder and brushes by me.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“It’s Noelle.”
“That’s pretty. Nice to meet you, Noelle.”
I push through the large doors of the manor and into the crisp night air. The sense of danger and the rush of excitement no longer propels my tired body. All I want is my warm bed and my giant, cuddly comforter.
I reach into my duffle bag and dig out my phone to order an Uber.
“I’ll drive you home.”
I jump at the deep voice and look up to see Mikhail. He’s dressed in a black suit, his white plastic mask on his face—a mirage hiding the animal.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
He tugs my duffel from me and slings it onto his shoulder before taking my hand in his. “You seem confused, Mouse. You assumed I was offering. I wasn’t. It was more of a command.”
The fucking nerve of this man. “I’m not your property. You seem to think you can tell me what to do.”
“Little Mouse, it’s cute how you’re trying to stand up for yourself, but how about we try a little honesty? You like it when I tell you what to do. Bet if I take your sweatpants off right now, your cunt will be soaking for me.”
He trails his hand along the elastic of my pants, fingers barely touching my skin. His finger dips into my sweatpants and glides inside my panties. He pulls his hand out and places his wet finger in front of my face. “Like I said. Dripping.”
“That doesn’t mean you can boss me around.”
“Get on your knees.”
“Excuse me?”
His hand moves to the back of my head and fists my bun before he pushes me down to the ground.
“You’re talking a little too much, so maybe you need to fill your mouth. Take my cock out, slut.”
My treacherous body betrays me as my hands move to his zipper. He’s not wearing any underwear. My hand fists his enormous dick as I gaze up at him.
“So pretty on your knees for me. Start sucking like the good little cock whore you are.”
My mouth opens, and he slams into me, forcing my head back. His cock is huge, and I can barely take him with the full force of his hips fucking my throat as if it’s my pussy. Saliva overflows my mouth, and I can’t breathe.
His fingers pinch my nostrils, making it even harder to inhale. “Eyes on me, Mouse. I want you to look at me while you choke on my cock. I could kill you this way. What do you think about that? You should see how cute you look, a perfect shade of red.”
He’s fucking crazy. He pushes more of his cock into my mouth, and I make pathetic noises as he assaults me.
“But you know what? As pretty as the red is on your face, I prefer the color blue.”
He may be deranged, but I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for relief.
He laughs as he gazes down at me. “This making you horny? Rub your clit. If you come before you pass out, I’ll let you go.”
My fingers dive into my pants and move on my clit while he fucks my mouth with no mercy. My body is on fire, and my fingers are accelerant. I’m so fucked up that the idea of dying makes me explode with pure ecstasy.
Mikhail barks out a laugh and lets go of my nostrils. “Good girl.”
Why are those words so sexy coming from a man like him? All his filthy talk with these rare moments of praise is enough to make me want to bend over and let him fuck me like he did in the woods.
His warm hands grip my biceps, and he lifts me off my feet. “Show me which finger made you come?”
I lift my hand to him, and he delicately takes it in his, his piercing blue eyes locked with mine as he sucks my finger slowly into his mouth. The sight is pure eroticism.
“Let’s go.” He pulls me toward a silver Porsche and forces me into the passenger seat. He circles the car, climbs behind the wheel and starts the engine.
Without another word, he steers the Porsche into the night.
The drive to my apartment is quiet. Mikhail doesn't say a word, and I like it that way. I don’t know what to say to him anyway. The man is an enigma. When he’s taking control and fucking me, he’s dangerous, lethal even. But the moments when he makes sure I’m warm in the car and the way he gently touches the scrape from the tree on my face tell me that deep down, there’s something softer beneath his deranged appearance.