Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Evil?”
“Come for me.”
“I can’t.”
He smiled. When was she going to learn that every time she told him she couldn’t do something, he was going to make it his mission to do exactly that? “Come for me.”
“Evil!” She growled his name this time.
Her cunt was so responsive to him, tightening around him.
He had no choice but to count to ten to keep himself in check. First, he wanted to feel her come, and then he was going to flood her womb with his spunk. Just thinking about her being pregnant with his kid was a fucking turn-on.
With his other hand, he played with her tits, squeezing the mounds, teasing the tight nipples. Working her closer and closer to the peak. Did she not realize she was building to an orgasm?
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
He groaned as her release flooded his cock, soaking him with her orgasm. Before she had even finished, he grabbed her hips and started to take her harder than ever before, working her pussy to the peak.
Another moan escaped her.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck, that feels good. So good. Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He had no intention of stopping. She was so good. This was just the beginning. He fucked her harder, going deep, taking her, working her, and he knew he was close. There was no stopping it.
Evil held her tightly in place and slammed every single inch of him inside her, pulsing wave upon wave of his cum deep in her pussy. There was so much of it. Over six months’ worth of waiting for her.
He kissed her lips, breaking the kiss, to move to her ear. “You’re mine now, Noelle, and there is no going back.”
****
The way Evil had told her she now belonged to him had been a little startling. Almost verging on scary.
“You’re mine now, Noelle, and there is no going back.”
Noelle had never been so thoroughly claimed. She stared straight ahead at his kitchen cupboards, waiting for the kettle to whistle. He had the kind of kettle that required her to place it on the stove. She was used to having an electric one.
She needed coffee. And the truth was, she needed time to think.
Since her attack, everything had been moving so fast. Evil. Being trapped in his home. Now she was in his apartment and she had no doubt at all this was where she was meant to stay.
The sex.
She closed her eyes, feeling an answering pulse between her thighs. The sex had been incredible, just as she knew it would be. So completely incredible. She licked her lips just thinking about it. It hadn’t been one time last night, but multiple times. Lots and lots of multiple.
Feeling Evil inside her, she knew he hadn’t once worn a condom, and even though she was pissed at him for it, she couldn’t help but be aroused by him. It was crazy, insane. She wasn’t ready to be a mother. Even at twenty-nine years old, she didn’t know if she was ready to bring a child into this world.
The kettle began to whistle. She turned the dial off and used an oven glove to carry it across his kitchen to where her cup was waiting.
Evil was still fast asleep. Which was good. She had to think.
After pouring the hot water into the coffee granules, she placed the hot kettle on a heat-proof mat before finishing her drink by adding just a splash of milk. Not too much that it would weaken her coffee, but just enough to give her a nice caramel color.
Evil Carter wasn’t a good man. His very name installed fear into most men. A lot of women as well. She had seen some women go the other way. Be completely aroused by a man like Evil Carter. He got shit done, and he certainly didn’t take crap from anyone.
Other than this attack, Noelle had never seen the other side of his life. It had been hinted at, but for the most part, he kept her out of it.
Why? Did he not trust her?
She was about to grab her coffee and take a sip when arms wrapped around her waist.
“Morning, beautiful. You weren’t in bed.” He pressed his face against her neck.
“I don’t sleep too late.” She hadn’t even slept late as a kid, and that had extended into being an adult.
She took a sip of her drink and smiled as one of his hands slowly traveled up toward her breast.
Before leaving him to sleep, she had been tempted to wake him, but she had needed the time and space to work out what the hell was going on in her mind before talking to him.
“Would you like some coffee?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He took the cup from her and had a sip. “Exactly as you made that.”
Evil didn’t let her go. He kept one arm banded around her waist, and the other softly massaged her tit.