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)
Fuck.
The whole point of this game was to deprive her. But now we’re playing a new game. The one where I give in to my feral urges and start tossing her around. One second, she’s on top of me, and the next, I’m shoving her facedown on the bed. I mount her from behind and straddle the back of her thighs, pinning her beneath me.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl, pushing the head of my cock into her pussy.
“Yes,” she pleads.
I sink inside her, resenting her for how good she feels wrapped around me. This constant battle rages on—deciding whether I want to worship or hate-fuck her. Maybe a bit of both.
I clamp my hands around her wrists and wrench them back until half her body is bowed off the mattress. She’ll take the brunt of my thrusts in this position, and I’ll get the dark satisfaction of seeing how hard she comes when I’m hitting her G-spot.
I start to thrust deep inside her, and it only takes a few strokes before she feels it.
“Oh, God,” she pants.
“There you go again with your prayers,” I muse. “You like that?”
She nods, choking on her words as the pressure builds. It won’t take her long, and I’m probably going to blow my load the second she comes.
There’s something addictive about how much she loves being conquered. When I catch a glimpse of us in the mirrored chrome above the bed, that’s exactly what it looks like.
I’m built to break things her size, and admittedly, it fucks with my head that she can handle me like this. It’s insane she can take a brutal fucking from a man twice as big and get off on it. This kind of submission requires a boundless trust from a woman who knows my character. She’s seen the violence I’m capable of. And still…she offers herself to me with the blind faith I would never hurt her.
“You’re so fucking perfect, bella.” The words slip from my mouth unbidden.
She lets out a broken sound in response, too far gone for words. That small scrap of praise from me unravels the last of her control, setting off a torrent of tremors inside her. I’m stretching her body to the limit, pounding into her, and she’s so deep in oblivion I doubt she even realizes the whole plane can hear her right now.
She spirals into full-body contractions, every desperate cry milking my cock. I fuck her through her orgasm until she screams, and that sweet sound is my undoing.
My cock pulses violently, spilling over and flooding her with my release.
Her body sags in my grip, and I ease her back down on the bed, giving us both time to breathe. I still can’t stop touching her, dragging my palms down the length of her back, squeezing her ass beneath me. She shivers, soaking up everything I give her with soft little exhalations that make me irrationally tender.
That’s a problem for later.
Right now, I’m far too comfortable sitting here with my cock still lodged inside her, bathing in that warmth. We stay there, neither of us speaking as I continue to massage her. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. It isn’t a conscious thought process. It’s instinct.
After a while, I do a soft thrust, testing the boundaries of my own obsession. I’m ready to go again, even after coming twice. This is what happens when I’m deprived of her.
I fuck my cum deeper into her, and she starts to moan.
“You aren’t even close to full yet,” I tell her. “How much can you take?”
She glances over her shoulder, eyes brimming with hunger. “All of it.”
“Yes, piccola,” I growl, settling my body over hers. “I’m going to give you all of it.”
27
ABELLA
Sleep clings to the edges of my consciousness as a sluggish awareness urges me awake. I’m deliciously warm and cozy, and I don’t want to move. But something about that feeling makes me open my eyes.
I find myself draped over Angelo’s naked body, arm sprawled across his chest, while I use his shoulder as a pillow. I’ve got him pinned to the bed, held hostage in what could only be described as…cuddling.
My first instinct is to panic, but when I look up at him, he’s asleep. It’s uncertain whether it was before or after he succumbed to his exhaustion that I trapped him here. But then I realize his arm is wrapped around me, hand resting possessively on my hip.
So…is he really trapped?
As I consider it, I think about extricating myself. I can’t read too much into this. We collapsed and fell asleep, and that’s it. This kind of intimacy was never part of the deal. He won’t even let me kiss him, so I doubt he’d be pleased to wake up like this.
Even so, I can’t bring myself to move. Because when I leave him, these stolen moments are all I’ll have. So I close my eyes and let the lullaby of his beating heart drag me back to sleep.