Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
I thrash, kick, and claw at him anywhere I can reach until he seizes both my arms and secures them behind my back. He’s able to restrain me with only one of his hands, and it feels achingly familiar.
I want it to be Angelo. I want it so badly I can taste it. But I also don’t want him to reveal that just yet. This edge of fear blurring with desire feeds the need inside me—to be hunted down, overpowered, and claimed beyond all reason.
This is what I crave.
“On your knees, prey.”
The voice-modulated command sends another shock of adrenaline through me. It’s so stripped of human identity, it sounds like he’s straight out of a horror movie.
When I don’t obey his order, he presses down on my shoulder, using his brute strength to guide me down onto my knees.
“All that running, only to end up right where you belong.” He strokes my face with his glove, tilting my head back so I’m staring up at the mask. “Are you going to be a good girl and look pretty for me while I use your pussy?”
I tremble beneath his touch, my entire body coming alive even as I glance around hopelessly.
“Go ahead and scream.” He nudges his boot between my feet, prying my legs apart. “I want them to hear you.”
I whimper as he unzips his pants and withdraws his cock, teasing the side of my face with the hard length. That solid heat is so heavy and thick, it could only belong to him.
Without warning, he shoves me down into the dirt and mounts me from behind. Rough hands drag the torn fabric of my chemise up around my hips, leaving me bare for him.
I squirm beneath him and claw my fingers into the ground as he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. The delicious crush of his body pressing into mine fills me with the darkest kind of pleasure.
It’s the hunger to feel helpless, to surrender, and give myself over to his power, all while trusting him not to break me. Nothing compares to this feeling.
My body responds to his brutality. The primal way he growls when he yanks my legs apart. The way he wants this rushes straight to my head. I want him to fuck me into the ground and use me for his pleasure. I want him to pin me down and take me so hard I scream. And I know when he feels how wet I am, that’s exactly what he’ll do.
He rubs his cock against my pussy and groans, the sound so pronounced through the modulator it feels menacing.
“Look how fucking greedy you are dripping for my cock.”
He lets go of my throat, and air expands in my lungs, only for me to choke on it when he starts to push inside. He buries himself deep, and I feel stuffed to my limit.
I shudder around him, waiting for him to move, but instead, I hear him tug on something and drop it to the ground. Somehow, I know it must be his glove, but before I have time to register why, his bare palm collides against my ass…hard.
Warmth blooms across my skin, and I arch up into him only for him to shove me back down and smack me again, over and over until my entire ass feels like it’s on fire.
When he’s finished punishing me, he starts to fuck me, and I collapse on the ground with a whimper. But as he thrusts deep and hard, making me feel every inch of him, the sounds that bleed from my throat escalate.
“That’s it, baby,” he rumbles. “Let everyone know you have my cock inside you.”
He grips both my ass cheeks and spreads me apart, opening me up so he can watch himself fuck me.
“Look at that pretty little pussy wrapped around me so fucking tight.”
A shiver of ecstasy pulses through me as I soak up the praise he’s denied me for so long. With every thrust, electricity sparks inside me as the pressure builds, demanding a release.
He knows.
He always knows.
“Tell me why you think you deserve to come, and I’ll consider it.”
“Because you’ll like the way it feels around you.”
“Hmm,” he murmurs. “And what else?”
“Because I made myself so wet for you.”
“Taking all the credit, are you?”
“What I mean is…” I stumble over the words as he slows his thrusts, edging me to the point of torture. “I want you to relieve this ache inside me.”
A low sound of frustration catches in his throat. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word.”
The weight of that statement settles over me, and somehow, I know he’s referring to the time we were apart. He doesn’t think I could possibly feel it as deeply as he did.
“I ache for you every day,” I whisper. “Even now.”