Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 100796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“I knew where the gun was stashed in the room. I thought I’d just threaten him with it, but then it was in my hand, and he was . . . he was smiling at me . . .”
I’d seen that same smile and knew what it meant. “He didn’t believe you’d use it.”
She said it like a joke, but her voice was shallow. “I showed him.”
Yeah, she certainly did, and I grinned darkly. She was like me after all, and I had no fucking idea why I liked it so much. I sank my finger deeper inside and moved my other hand down so I could rub and finger fuck her at the same time.
My dick pressed against my fly and throbbed, and it got worse when she moaned softly. I wanted to make her come, but I wanted to finish the conversation, and that desire won out. “Where’d you get him?”
“The chest. My hand was shaking too much to aim for his head.” She gulped down a breath. “Oh my God. I can’t talk like this.”
I pulsed my finger in and out of her slowly, watching it disappear inside and come back out glistening from how wet I was making her. My tone was evil. “But you’re doing great.” Her grip on my ankle tightened and her hips moved. They shifted subtly, but I caught the action. Oh, it was feeling good for her now. “What’d you do with the body?”
“He was still alive when my father came in, but he died on the way to the doctor. I don’t know where they dumped him.”
“How’d you feel right after you did it?”
She didn’t answer.
“Tell me the truth, and don’t feed me that line of bullshit again about how you don’t have feelings.” I fucked her faster and increased the pressure with my fingertips. She didn’t respond, and it annoyed me to no end. This question was really the heart of what I wanted to know. To see how deep our similarities ran. “Oksana. Answer me, goddamnit.”
“I felt empty,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I was supposed to feel bad, but . . . I couldn’t. I stared at him bleeding out, and I was so fucking glad I’d pulled the trigger. That’s all I felt.”
Her words poured pleasure on me, and I froze. I had to hold perfectly still as the effect washed through me.
My lack of movement sent the wrong signal, because she tried to pull away. Like she thought I was judging her. I had to stop and lock my hands on her waist to hold her in place. “Of all the girls that night, how the fuck did I pick one who’s just like me?”
She gasped. “I’m nothing like you,” she fired back. “And you didn’t pick me.”
“Wrong, and wrong.” The moment I’d seen her, I’d known she was . . . different. “I would have grabbed you if Alek hadn’t.”
Since I couldn’t see her face, I pictured her floundering. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me. “We’re not alike.”
“Wrong.” Her ass was right there, all bare and waiting. I spanked it and reveled in her grunt of discomfort.
“You’re a virgin, too?” she asked, faking shock.
I laughed, not just because she was ridiculous, but at how she’d suddenly decided to grow a pair. Didn’t she realize when she shoved me, I’d shove back, harder, and enjoy doing it? She was making it worse for herself. “I lost my virginity almost a decade ago.”
“Okay. Are you secretly Russian?”
When I gave her a matching set of red handprints on her lily-white ass, she yelped.
“Don’t let that mouth of yours get your ass into something it can’t handle.” Color burst on her skin, and it was fucking beautiful. “Unless you want to get in trouble? Maybe you like pain.” I caressed her warm flesh. “Maybe you’ll get off on it when I pop your cherry.”
“Sure, whenever that’s going to happen.” Her patronizing tone burrowed under my skin.
When the fuck did she get so mouthy? “Is that what you want, baby?” I mocked. “Are you just dying for my cock to fill you up and make you a woman?”
Enough of this game. She was reckless to even attempt playing against me. I put a hand on each check and peeled her apart, and then I spit on her, right on her asshole. Her body turned to stone, but I wasn’t done yet. I moved my thumb to where my spit dribbled down, and put pressure on the puckered ring of muscle.
Her fingernails dug in so hard on my ankle, I could feel them through the denim of my jeans. Whatever confidence she’d had drained away with her loud exhale of breath.
“Maybe I’ll only fuck you here,” I said. “Would you like that? If I fucked your dirty hole and you stayed a virgin forever?”