Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“Just like you’ve been wondering if you should kill me.”
Is she going to do it?
Will she attempt to murder me in cold blood?
In an instant, she reaches into her dress at the top and pulls out a knife, swinging it at my neck, but I grasp her wrist and pin her down against the table, knocking the knife out of her hand. It clatters onto the floor.
“You didn’t think killing me would be this easy, did you?”
“You asshole!” she grits.
I spin her around so her ass faces me, and I push her up against the table and drag up her dress until she’s exposed. “You want me to die by your hand? Earn the privilege.”
The man in front of us tries to slip out of the couch, so I home in on him and growl, “Sit. Down.”
With my hand still clasping her wrist, I sit down behind her and bring my mouth to her wetness, dipping out my tongue to take a lick. I can taste her rage on my tongue, the taste divine, like nectar for the fucking gods, and I’m about to dine like it’s my last meal on this godforsaken earth.
“What the f—” she moans when I spear her with my tongue, rolling it around inside her.
“Doesn’t it feel good, the need to kill?” I groan as I lick her out. “Like an aphrodisiac for the mind … nothing compares.”
“F-fuck,” she murmurs, unable to keep the moans at bay.
Ferry’s lips part. “I don’t want to interrupt something. Whatever it is you two h—”
“You’ll stay and watch me make her come …” I interject, toying with her until she mewls. “And it will be the last fucking moment of bliss you’ll witness before you die.”
“What?” she gasps.
“That gun in front of you has only one bullet left,” I say as I lap her up. “So make your choice wisely.”
I drive my tongue into her, tasting her sweet revenge before it happens. She’s my addiction, my one vice I can’t seem to quit, and it will be the end of me.
But at least it’ll be a death worth dying, knowing the last thing I felt was her body writhing from my tongue as I lap her up.
I press kisses against her mound and grip her ass tight while I dig in, spreading her wetness all over while she struggles on the table. I take one last swipe before I stand and zip down.
She immediately reaches for the gun, but my fingers shoving inside her slit make her stop midway there. Because the first thing I do when I pull them out is spread her wetness all over her ass.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, turning her head.
“You want to take a life? Then I will take the last inch of your body that has yet to be corrupted.”
Her pupils dilate as I push my index finger into her ass, and she moans as it fills her up knuckle deep.
“Another,” I groan, pushing the next one inside, stretching her to the limit.
“Oh my God!” she groans.
“Look at her, Ferry. Look at the woman who will be your end,” I growl. “Doesn’t death look pretty writhing from my fingers?”
“You’re fucked up,” Ferry says, shaking his head.
“You wish you never crossed paths with me,” I grit back.
I pull my fingers out of her, only to push my tip against her ass.
“Wait, I’ve never done that, you’re not going to—” She yelps when I push in.
And fuck me, the feeling is out of this world—so tight, so perfect, so utterly untouched that it almost makes me come instantly at the thought that I’m the first.
“You can take it. Just like you took me up your pussy, you’ll take my cock up your ass like the good girl you are …” I groan, and I grip a fistful of her hair and tilt her head back to make her look at me. “Because you are my good girl, whether you want to be or not, and I will own every inch of this goddamn perfect body and make it mine.”
I push in farther and farther, allowing her to feel the size of me, and I dribble down spit to lube her up some more.
She moans with every inch, but I’ve not nearly even begun.
“That’s my good girl. Now try to reach for the gun.”
“I can’t,” she yelps. “It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can,” I growl, fisting her hair tighter. “Grab the gun, little rose.”
Her fingers stretch out before her as far as I’m stretching her ass, pushing in farther and farther until she can barely take it anymore, but I know it’ll fit. She’ll make it fit because she is my fucking Ambrosía, and she was fucking made for me.
“Take the gun. Make it yours,” I growl.
Her fingers scratch at the table, desperate to cling to hope.