Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Don’t say my name. I’m nobody to you.” His voice sounds lower, closer, each word wrapping around me like a simmering earthquake.
He flips me over with horrifying ease.
All I can see is the looming shadow of his body in the darkness—big, broad, and utterly intimidating. A strange flutter awakens in the pit of my belly.
Is it excitement?
Need?
Both?
More?
An animalistic, primal emotion rips through me like thunder, and an exhilarating tension coils at my core.
Kane slaps my knees apart and kneels between them. The last thing I see is the glint of the knife before he bunches my dress and slashes it open right down the middle.
A dress so expensive I was scared to wear it.
He brutally rips it off as if it cost pennies.
My gasp echoes in the air, and I shove at his chest. “Stop it!”
He firmly pushes my hand away and cuts through my strapless bra like it’s butter.
My breasts spring free, the nipples hardening even further as he roughly squeezes one in his big hand. “Such a dirty little slut. Your body is made to be used by me. You’ll swallow my cock and beg for my cum, won’t you?”
“Don’t touch me!” I kick his chest with everything I have.
He grabs my foot and slashes through my panties, then thrusts the handle of the knife inside me.
God. I’m wet.
I’m so wet by his manhandling, it should be embarrassing.
“You think you can fight me?” He thrusts again, pumping the handle with wicked expertise. “You think you can escape me?”
My back arches on the wet grass, but I still try to resist the blinding pleasure building inside me.
It feels like a need.
A sick, depraved need.
“You’re so wet at the prospect of being used. So primed and ready. You’re choking the knife as if it’s my cock, aren’t you?”
“You disgust me, you fucking asshole. Let me go!” I lift my right hand and slap him on the hideous mask.
He backhands me with his free hand. So hard, my vision blurs, and I think I come a little.
Oh no.
No.
No.
This is just a show, a test, and playing his game to get what I want.
I’m not supposed to enjoy it so much.
I’m not supposed to come.
“Think twice before you run your mouth.” He reaches beneath me and presses a finger against my back hole and I tense. “I could and would fuck your ass bareback. Mmm. This feels virgin.”
I buck and try to escape him, keeping my legs spread so I don’t cut my thigh on the knife, my heart surging loudly.
“Let’s test it.”
The moment he slips the knife out of me, I kick him and turn over, crawling on all fours, panting like an injured animal.
I’m entirely naked, and the cold bites into my warm skin, but that doesn’t matter.
It feels like I’m running for my life.
As if I’m in real danger.
But the truth is, I want to provoke him further, unleash the beast, and make him show his true self.
If only once.
Just for me.
A hand wraps around my hair and I scream as I’m yanked back so that I’m on my knees. My back presses against Kane’s taut chest, his harsh breaths filling my ears.
For the first time, he’s not calm. Not steady.
He’s far from controlled.
He’s unhinged.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“Away from you.” I tilt my head back in spite of the pain and spit on his mask as I lie through my teeth. “Your touch repulses me.”
“Is that so?” While he’s still immobilizing my hair, I feel his right hand moving behind me and I hear the unbuckling of a belt, its sound echoing in the frightening silence.
“Yeah. You’re a sick fucking bastard I wouldn’t touch twice.” My voice trembles despite my attempts to provoke him.
He said my fight turns him on, and I feel it.
I feel the bulge pressing against my ass, hard and heavy.
“If I’m a sick bastard…” He slaps my ass a few times and forces his cock between my thighs, sliding its length against my soaking wet pussy, then speaks against my mouth, his mask touching my lips with every rough word. “You’re a dirty little slut.”
Then he thrusts into me with a force that steals my breath.
Oh God.
Oh fuck.
It doesn’t matter that I’m wet or on the verge of coming—Kane is huge. And he feels bigger than ever before as his cock pounds into me as if he hates me.
And I clench around him as if I hate him, too.
Still wriggling, fighting like I truly don’t want this, even if my entire body comes to life.
Even if a surge of overwhelming pleasure pools in the pit of my stomach.
It doesn’t help when he keeps whispering sinful words in my ears, like a mantra, an aphrodisiac.
Words that drag me to the edge of my sanity.
“Mmm. Your cunt is strangling me so fucking well.”
“That’s it, stretch for me. Good girl.”