Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Anger rolls off my body as I absorb her words. My teeth grind against each other as I glare at her. She thinks all this is about sex. “I didn’t get you here to fuck you. I got you here to make you mine.”
8
MIA
I’m angry. This man assumes because I’m willing to fuck him. I’m also willing to crack open my entire life to him. He expects my vagina to be the key to my diary. One quick fuck, and bam, he knows it all. My secrets, my past, my hurts, my longings, my desires, my wants. But those are deep parts of me I don’t share with anyone.
My life hasn’t always been easy. I’ve had struggles I’m not interested in sharing, especially with a man I barely know. A man who has the same penchant for evil, control, and manipulation as the one who left me with too many scars to count.
Alexie’s hand moves down my body. It’s as if he doesn’t care we’re in the middle of a conversation. Maybe he cares too much, and he’s trying to distract himself instead of confronting me for answers I’m not ready or willing to give.
It’s a smart move—brilliant. He’s looking to subdue me with sex, to break my will and resolve with his giant dick. Will it work? I want to think it won’t. I want to believe I’m strong enough, that he can fuck me any way he wants, and I’ll stick to my resolve not to tell him anything. But I also know he’s a man who won’t give up easily. No, he’s a man who will never give up.
Alexie brushes kisses along every inch of my face apart from my lips; he avoids them, which infuriates me. Am I not good enough to kiss on the lips? He nuzzles my neck with a gentle brush of his mouth, and his hot breath makes my body clench with need and desperation.
He playfully nibbles on my lobe before his teeth sink in and he bites in warning. “If you don’t tell me, Solnce, I’ll fuck it out of you. And I’ll tell you right now, you don’t want me to fuck it out of you.”
“You think that’s a threat?”
I find it humorous that this man thinks I wouldn’t fuck him in every way imaginable for the rest of my life and die content. Does he own a mirror? He’s built like a goddamn Greek God, yet with all the tattoos and piercings, he looks like he walked out of my wildest bad boy fantasy. And if that blow job is any sign of how this man likes to fuck, I’m pretty sure he’d put the devil himself to shame. So, if his only way of getting me to open up to him is by fucking me into oblivion, I welcome it with open arms.
A guttural growl escapes his lips just as he sinks his teeth into my neck. The room echoes with my scream. Fuck, that hurts. His teeth have pierced my flesh, and he’s drawn blood. Perhaps I should rethink all of this like a sane person. But as I think I can’t take the pain anymore, he kisses the spot and uses his tongue to soothe the wound.
The bed shifts as he lifts himself off his hands and stares at me. His steel-gray eyes burn with furious resolve, and the corner of his mouth glistens with a drop of my blood. He looks like a demon, a vampire, someone who’s going to suck my soul out of my body, leaving me dry.
“It’s not a threat, Mia. It’s a fuckin’ promise. When I said I want you, I meant all of you. I’m not content with the crumbs you’re willing to give me.”
I don’t respond because there’s nothing to say. I hold my walls with sheer resolve, and he wants to knock them down with brute force. “You’re wasting your forty-eight hours.”
He shimmies down my body, keeping his weight off me. His hands move to my corset top, pulling out my breasts. I scream as he grabs my s between his fingers and uses them as leverage, lifting me off the bed. “These would look good with some jewelry, Mia. Hoops I can attach to a leash. Make you crawl like the pretty slut you are.”
Wet. I’m so fucking wet. I never thought I’d be the girl who’s into degradation, but every filthy word Alexie says hits my clit without mercy. The need to come is so consuming that I might go insane if he denies me.
“Please,” I pathetically beg.
“Please what, Mia? What are you begging for, my pretty little slut?”
“I need it.”
“Need what? Use your big girl words. Tell Daddy what you need, so I can make it all better.”
“Please, let me come.”
Alexie doesn’t say a word as he moves off the bed. He rubs his hands up my legs from my ankle, moving methodically until he reaches my hip. Hooking his fingers into the harness, he tugs it down my legs. “Spread ‘em, slut.”