Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Before I had a chance to recover, he rose to his full height, towering over me. He stood between my still outstretched legs, pressing them painfully apart, until my muscles screamed from the tension. The soft metallic clicks of his trouser zipper followed.
Then the head of his cock slipped by my opening.
I felt the nudge of it, but I was powerless to protest.
He was too strong.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
I knew what was about to happen and couldn’t stop it…didn’t want to stop it.
He slid in an inch. The width of him stretched me to my limits, and I cried out.
“I know it hurts, but I’ll make it better,” he said as he leaned over me and kissed my neck. “I’m not a small man, but you’ll take me like a good girl.”
I clenched the sides of the table with my hands. Sweat stung my eyes. I was so scared my body tensed, making it hurt even more.
“I’m going to fill you up, and you’re going to like it.”
His cock slid in another inch.
The biting pain was too much, and I cried out.
He stopped.
Clasping my jaw in his hands, he glared down at me. “You’re a virgin.”
As if I had somehow deceived him.
I blinked up at him, uncertain what to say.
The air was thick with tension. I couldn’t breathe.
Then, without warning, he seized my mouth for another searing kiss. This one was different from the last. As if he didn’t want to dominate, but rather, somehow fuse us…as one. His tongue swept inside, dueling with mine. Tasting me.
His dark gaze intensified. “There is no escaping me now, babygirl.”
It was all too much, too overwhelming. I could deal with the overbearing version of him. I couldn’t deal with the version of him that wanted to steal my soul. I tried to turn my head. I was going to pass out. The pain was too much.
Relief washed through me as he slid his cock out of me.
And yet... I’d never felt so empty before.
He wrapped his arms tightly around me and lifted me off the table. After swinging to the right, he carried me the few steps to the bed before he tossed me across the bottom half, pinning me down with his body.
He then slid back in, and I gritted my teeth at the new pain and pleasure.
I tried to move, but he held me in place, his hands wrapping around my wrists, stretching them over my head as he stared down at me.
He pulled out again, and then thrust back in, but further this time.
I felt my body stretching to take him.
He pushed most of the way in this time.
My back arched as a deep throated, keening moan slipped past my lips. I didn’t know why I was crying out, but it felt too good. I didn’t want the pain to go away.
He thrust forward suddenly, and the entire length of his cock filled me.
I was certain his cock was going to rip me in two as he stretched my insides.
He pulled out slowly and thrust back in.
I moaned again as he increased his pace, pounding into me without mercy.
His cock was so deep. The pressure was overwhelming.
I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to take me.
I wanted it to last forever.
In and out. In and out.
Each thrust sent pleasure through me. Each plunge made my pussy ache.
He was so big and hard. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to the feeling.
The weight of his body held me in place. I was helpless. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.
“Be a good girl and come for me.”
I managed to nod.
He thrust into me hard and fast as his hips ground into me.
I whimpered as he hit my special spot.
I was so full of him. So full and aching. I pushed back against him.
“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me you’re a good girl and will obey,” he breathed against my neck as he released one of my wrists and reached between our bodies to tease my still sensitive clit.
I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to say it. But I wanted him to keep fucking me. I needed him to keep fucking me.
My body was on fire. I let out a breathless moan.
He pulled out of me. “Say it,” he commanded.
I felt empty and cold. I wanted him back inside me.
“I’ll be your good girl.”
He thrust in deep, and I was lost.
CHAPTER 12
LUC
The whole of New York, the most powerful city in the world, was at my feet, as I stood in my father’s corner office.
This was the view meant only for gods and the men who played at being them.
That was what we were, and these offices were meant not to remind us, but to intimidate every person who entered them.