Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Fear trickles into her words, seeping through the cracks. At least she’s not screaming.
“Whatever is necessary to get you to shut your fuckin’ mouth,” I say as warmth trickles down my lip. I grip the bridge of my nose with one hand to try to stop the bleeding. I don’t think it’s broken, but it hurts like a bitch.
“I want answers,” she whines. “I told you that I would continue to make noise until I found something.”
“Oh, you found something, but it isn’t what you wanted to find.”
“None of this is necessary. Just tell me where she is. Please.”
“We’re past talking. It’s time for you to learn that your actions have consequences.”
“Let me guess, your dad sent you to shut me up?” Even with her eyes covered, I can tell she’s glaring by the set of her jaw. “Or did you volunteer to come since you hate me anyway?”
I grab her thigh and spread her legs, watching as her breathing quickens. She’s not nearly as unaffected as she acts. “I’m just making good on my word.”
“It doesn’t matter what you do to me. I won’t stop until I know she’s okay. Unless you plan to prove that to me, then you’ll have to kill me to shut me up.”
Stupid. So stupid and beautiful and fucking stubborn.
Reaching into my waistband, I pull the handgun free and tap the cold steel against her leg so she can feel it. “That can be arranged. Sometimes a headstrong filly needs to be put down for her own sake.”
She barely moves, unfazed by the gun in my hand.
“If that’s what you need to do, then do it. Get it over with.” Something in her tone makes me pause and listen a little harder.
My chest aches at her words, and I can’t tell whether she means them or not. Lord knows, ending her would mean killing two birds with one stone—shutting her up for good and removing her from my life.
Who am I kidding? I’d never pull the trigger.
“I’ll think about it. In the meantime, there are many more interesting things I can do with you.”
Allie still doesn’t respond, and it isn’t until I start working her shorts over her hips that she finally shows me some emotion. Thank god.
I was worried for a second.
Refusing to make it easy for me, she tries to clamp her thighs together. It’s futile, but I admire the effort. “What happened to my stubborn filly? Where’s the fire? The anger?” I murmur, forcing the soft fabric down her softer legs, following it with her lacy white panties. So pure or at least pretending to be. She doesn’t have me fooled. I remember what those lips can do to a man.
“I told you to stop calling me that. I’m not yours. I never was,” she hisses. I watch as she trembles. Good. This is exactly how I want her.
It’s not true, and my heart sinks at the lie I can’t make myself believe. What I really want is her at my mercy because it’s how she wants to be. But it’s still better than the numb, emotionless version of her from a few moments ago.
“Oh, believe me. I fuckin’ know. I’m reminded of it daily,” I snarl in response. “Before you fucked me over, I used to think about what it would be like to have you splayed out beneath me, moaning my name while I claimed you over and over. Your nails marking my back, your teeth sinking into my skin. I never got the opportunity, though.”
“So you’re just going to take it now?”
“Take it?” I stare down the length of her body, bathed in moonlight. “No. You’re giving it to me.”
“Like hell I am. I hate you.”
A soft bark of laughter escapes me. “You wish you hated me.”
I drag my gaze lower, over her pretty pussy. It’s shaved, and her silky lips barely conceal the tip of her rosy-pink clit. I want to drop to my knees, spread her legs farther apart, and feast on what I already know is the sweetest pussy. That’s not why I’m here, though.
“It’s true. Now let me go,” she whispers, making one more futile attempt at closing her legs.
I sink my fingers into her thighs and squeeze gently, loving the shape and feel of her. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Her breathing turns ragged as I lower the gun between her legs. I glance back up at her and wish I could see the fear shining in her eyes.
“What are you doing with that?”
“Do you think your cunt could take the length of my gun?”
She goes completely still, rigid with no doubt dread, and releases a soft gasp when I press the gun against her warm skin. I watch curiously while tracing her seam, toying with her, my cock getting harder with every one of her strained breaths.