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)
Then all movements disappear.
Even her breaths slow to low muffles.
Hmm. She must be blocking her mouth with her hands.
I’ve always loved how her brain works under pressure. She has A+ survival instinct.
Unfortunately for her, I also have the most acute inborn predatory sense.
The fridge door opens, its light illuminating the space in a soft hue as a few kitchen stools get rummaged around.
“Given up already?” I round the kitchen counter and make my way to the fridge. “Didn’t take you for a quitter.”
Her breaths slow down further and her presence dwindles until it’s almost nonexistent.
Almost.
I stop by the island. “I can smell you, Dahlia.”
Instead of going to the fridge area, where she placed the perfect decoy, I tilt my head down to where she crammed her body between the stools and right beneath the island.
Both her hands cover her mouth and nose, and she’s so still, someone would mistake her for a statue.
I let my lips pull in a sadistic grin. “Found you.”
Her yelp reverberates in the air as she scrambles, knocking the stools over on her way out.
But my prey is trapped between my claws already. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Dahlia doesn’t make it three steps before I grab her by the ponytail and pull her back so hard, her shriek pierces my ears.
With one swipe, I knock away the counter’s contents, pans and glass cluttering and crashing on the floor, then shove her against it. With her chest on the marble and her ass in the air, she looks like my favorite prey.
I lean over so my mouth hovers close to her ear. “You can scream all you want. No one will hear you and it’ll only turn me on.”
“Fuck you!’
“Patience. I’ll get to that in a bit.” With a groan, I roll my hips and thrust my pelvis against her round, full ass.
The urge to own this hole that no one has touched before me lurks in my bones and overflows my nerves.
A growl spills from deep in her throat and she bucks against me, trying to twist, so I unbutton her jeans, then grab the waistband and pull them down in one go.
She’s about to fight, but I slap her pussy. Her bare fucking wet pussy.
Because Dahlia isn’t wearing any underwear.
“If I’m disgusting, what does that make you?” I sink my fingers into her inviting folds. “Not only did you come prepared to be fucked, but you’re also soaking wet for me. Can’t wait to be used as my cumhole?”
I slap her ass a few consecutive times, reveling in the way it reddens.
She cries out, going still, so I do it again and again, until my handprints mark her tanned skin.
Then I part her ass and she stiffens.
“What are you doing—”
Her words end in a gasp when I thrust two of my fingers inside her mouth. “Suck. Make them nice and wet.”
Dahlia’s hot tongue wraps around my fingers and she lathers them with saliva. I stand with my legs shoulder width apart, my hardening cock brushing against her bruised ass.
Each of her licks make the tent in my pants grow bigger and thicker. The sounds of her licking mix with the fridge’s beep, beep, beep.
With a grunt, I pull my fingers from her mouth and slide them between her ass cheeks, probing her back hole.
“Kane, no! Not there.”
“Shh. I’m not asking for permission.”
“No…fuck…” Her cheek lies flat on the island as I thrust my finger inside her tight hole.
“Mmm. This will be mine soon. You’ll let me use this ass as I see fit, won’t you?”
“No…stop…that hurts—”
I tighten my grip on her nape and whisper near her ear as I thrust inside her tight channel, “You know how to stop it, but you won’t, you know why? Because you enjoy the pain as much as the pleasure like a dirty little whore.”
“Fuck you…” The words spill out of her in a huff.
“As you wish.” I stand up and force a second finger in and she shrieks, but her walls stretch around me, trying to accommodate me. “That’s it. You need to fit my fingers so you can take my cock.”
Her broken breaths echo in the air as I pump my hand in, enjoying the view of my handprints on her ass and the way she writhes, trying to take me in as much as possible. Her pelvis slams against the edge of the island with each back-and-forth.
She’s trying to get off.
Not so soon.
I release her hair and pull my fingers from inside her.
Dahlia faces me, her cheeks crimson red and her lips trembling. Then this beautiful fucked-up hellion glares at me and slaps me across the face. “Don’t touch me, you disgusting prick.”
I laugh, the sound echoing around us like a dark tune.
She knows I’ll slap her back. She does, and she still did it anyway.