Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
What? What is he asking me? His question shocks me, but at the same time, it cracks something open inside me where an answer was hiding. Something I’ve known for a while now but didn’t have the courage to confront.
Killian does care for me. That’s why he threw the guards out of the room for my examination. Why he placed me in solitary—so I wouldn’t be near the other men. Why he rescued me and has me here now alone.
The realization rocks me to my core. My cheeks prickle with excitement as I manage to nod.
“Yes. I know.”
A look comes over him, like two puzzle pieces falling into place. And with a firm and final tug, he strips me of my jumpsuit and I lie naked beneath him.
The third time…
His dominance and authority are so attractive. I notice for the first time a hint of gray near his temples and realize just how little I know about this man.
“Killian, how old are you?” I ask timidly. His lips twitch, and he grins down.
“Thirty-six. Why?” he winks. “Too old for you, my little young thing?”
I shake my head adamantly as a desperate ache forms in my belly and moves down. “No, not at all.”
He rises up, tosses his suit jacket aside and unbuttons his shirt, revealing more muscles than I had anticipated.
His chest is carved out of marble, like a master sculptor’s vision of the ideal male body. His six-pack looks impossible, tapering down into his dark pants, and pulsing veins run up his thick forearms to his swollen biceps.
“Yeah, you like it, don’t you?” he asks, unbuckling his belt. “A man twice your age being obsessed with you. Bringing him to his knees with your sexy eighteen-year-old body?”
The ache in me grows. He’s right. He’s so right.
“Y-yes…”
He growls down at me, and that’s when it happens.
He tugs his belt off and unzips his pants, and his cock springs out like a flagpole, long and hard, veiny and swollen, with some kind of liquid dripping from its tip.
My brain can’t even process what’s happening.
A penis. The first one I’ve ever seen. And it’s hard…because of me.
“That’s right, five-oh-seven-five,” he grunts, leaning down against me, using my prison name. “That is what you do to me. What I’ve been living with since I first set eyes on you.”
I gasp as he snatches me by the hair and pulls my face to his, bending my head back, arching my body as he slants up over me. His eyes are hungry, almost desperate as he drags his tongue up my neck, up my chin and to my lips.
“You may be innocent,” he says. “But you are a bad girl, and after I take you, you won’t be innocent anymore.”
The rake of his tongue has my body aching with urgency. The throbbing need between my legs is growing, and I already feel the familiar slick dripping down, wetting the sheets beneath me.
“Don’t worry, angel, I’ll make sure to be gentle,” he says, pressing his smooth, swollen tip against my wetness. “You’re in good hands.”
Oh my, this is really happening!
He presses forward, and I feel myself open for him. At first, there’s discomfort. Soft flesh dividing for his enormity. But for some reason, it reminds me of the way he held me down in the shower and forced me through the discomfort, driving me to a second climax that I never thought possible.
The pain that follows isn’t pain…it’s a stimulant. He’s so hard for me. He wants me. And as he groans, my desperation takes over.
“Is it good?” I ask him. “Sir…?”
“You called me sir,” he growls, dropping his weight down upon me. “Just like I told you…”
“Those are the rules, right?”
He pumps, spreading me wider, moving deeper in. The sting flares, but what follows is mind-blowing.
“Goddamn, that’s a virgin pussy,” he snarls, his hot body tensing against me.
“It’s good?”
I want to please him so badly. It’s the only thought in my mind.
“You have no idea,” he whispers, starting to thrust faster. “You’re perfect, angel. You know that? Doesn’t it hurt? Your first time?”
Draping my arms around his shoulders as I open my legs, casting myself into the pain that carries pleasure with it, I whimper into his ear. “It hurts so good, sir.”
A growl erupts from his throat that shakes the walls of the room. I breathe deeply, drowning myself in his scent as hot beads of sweat fall from his chest and onto my face.
“I’ve wanted this so bad, angel. You have no fucking idea. I’m already almost coming.” He grits his teeth and embeds the rest of his length in my channel. I cry out as he begins to rut faster and faster, pumping his hips with desire, running his hands over every inch of my body. “This pussy fits me like a glove. It was made for me, wasn’t it?”