Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
We were both breathing hard, close enough the heat of her breath brushed the skin of my throat.
Some primal force drove me to seize her mouth. I needed to know if her lips tasted as sweet as they looked. I swallowed her shocked gasp, feeding on her oxygen as my hand wrapped around her jaw, keeping her head steady for my assault. My tongue dueled with hers as I placed my other hand on her hip and pulled her closer.
Her mouth was warm and honey drenched.
I slammed her against the book stacks, pressing into her soft flesh. At first, her response was innocent and trusting, her tongue hesitantly brushing against mine.
At first.
She wrenched her mouth away from mine, turning her head to the side and straightening her elbows to hold me at arm’s length.
Without saying a word, I stared at her bruised and swollen lips, trying to master my own unanticipated reaction to her.
Lifting her arm, she swiped the back of her right hand across her mouth. “I don’t want your Judas kiss.”
Something inside of me snapped.
How did I dare associate this woman with words like sweet and innocent?
I was a fucking Worthington.
She was nothing to me. A pawn. A thing to be used.
My hand whipped out, closing around her neck again.
Her eyes widened and she grabbed my wrist. The cheap stainless steel of her handcuffs rattled against the expensive platinum of my Rolex watch.
“Get on your knees.”
Her gaze shifted to the front entrance of the shop.
I sneered. “They won’t help you. I’ve already told you. The police work for me.”
She clawed at my wrist, rising on her toes to escape the pressure of my hand. “Please, just let me go!”
“I’m losing patience, Madison. Now get on your knees.”
Her body trembled as she awkwardly lowered to her knees.
I released her throat and stared down at her. My cock swelled at the sight of her in such a submissive, vulnerable position. I almost regretted my decision to turn her over to the police.
Perhaps I should have given more thought to keeping her for myself.
I brushed the dark curls back from her forehead. “Tilt your head back.”
She hissed a sharp intake through her teeth before she obeyed, her eyes welling with tears. One blink, and they fell down her cheeks, making them glisten in the dim light.
I stepped closer, placing a foot on either side of her knees. Watching every nuance of emotion that crossed her face, I unbuckled my belt.
A sob broke from her chest.
“Shhh…” I cautioned. “You don’t want me silencing that mouth, now do you?”
She slowly shook her head.
“Good girl.”
I slowly lowered the zipper to my trousers, then pulled out my shaft. Wrapping my fist around the thick girth, I squeezed hard to ease the aching pressure.
“Open your mouth.”
Madison whimpered.
I raised one eyebrow when she didn’t immediately obey.
After another moment’s hesitation, her lips parted.
I leaned forward, pressing my palm against the spines of the books overhead. I violently jerked my fist along my cock, pulling faster and faster.
Her hot, moist breath caressed my sensitive head, while the tip of her tongue ran along the inside edge of her lips, ready to dart out and taste me.
It was the thought of that little pink tongue running up my shaft and the horror in her eyes at her own boldness that made my balls tighten.
I’d mark her, prove she was mine. Then I’d break her.
Staring down at her parted lips, bruised from my forceful kiss, I knew it wouldn’t take me long. “Keep your mouth open,” I growled.
I threw my head back. In the final throw, I imagined shoving my cock down her tight throat and choking her with it. A step too far for such a public space, even for me, but the fantasy was enough.
I came. Coating her tongue.
Her shoulders jerked as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Sucking in gulps of air, I tucked my still semi-hard cock back inside my trousers and zipped up. I then lowered onto my haunches in front of her.
A drop of my come dripped from the center of her bottom lip. I ran my thumb through it, gathering it and feeding it back to her.
With my finger under her chin, I closed her mouth. I stroked her throat with my fingertips, waiting to feel the contraction of her muscles as she swallowed my seed. I then cupped the sides of her head and pulled her face down to meet my gaze. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused.
I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then whispered against her temple, “Enjoy prison...babygirl.”
At her outraged cry, I rose and signaled to the police officers I was ready for them.
They finished handcuffing Madison and dragged her through the shop door to their waiting car. The entire way she screamed, “I hate you! You won’t get away with this! Someone will listen to me. Someone will care!”