Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
"Take out my cock," I demanded, pulling a knife from my back pocket, opening it. The metallic flick echoed through the silence.
Her sobs still shook her shoulders, but she kept them quiet.
I slid the knife through the elastic holding her tight ponytail and groaned when her dark brown locks tumbled free to her shoulders.
"Your hair is wasted in that severe style," I observed, running my fingers through the strands. "Never wear it up again."
Her eyes widened at the implication that there would be an "again," a future beyond this moment.
“I said take out my cock. Don’t make me repeat myself,” I growled, fingers twisting into those silky strands, gripping tight.
Her trembling hands reached for my pants, drawing down the zipper.
"Please," she whispered once more.
I tightened my grip until she winced. "You need to prove you can take directions."
"I can. I will," she responded quickly, learning.
Her fingers found my hard length, wrapping around it.
The sensation of her soft yet strong touch drew a groan from my throat.
"Good girl," I praised as she pulled my cock free.
Her eyes flickered up at the praise, a brief moment of confusion crossing her features before she masked it.
Interesting.
She responded to those two simple words in ways she didn't understand…yet.
"Now show me how sorry you are."
Her fingers caressed my length, eyes wide and slightly panicked as crimson darkened her cheeks.
I gave her a minute to explore.
Her touch was exquisite, but she wouldn't get off—or get me off—so easily.
My fantasies of her on her knees before me paled in comparison to the reality—her trembling lips, her wide, fearful eyes.
Her blush deepened, and I wondered how far down that flush extended.
Did it reach her breasts? Her stomach?
"Look at me," I demanded.
Her eyes immediately found mine.
I pulled her face closer as she tilted my cock toward my stomach. The sight of her looking up at me, my cock so near her pretty mouth, stirred something dark within me.
"Tell me you're sorry again," I demanded.
"I'm so sorry. I promise I didn't see anything. No one will ever know. You don't have to do this, I will never—"
"Enough of your pretty little lies. Put your hands on my thighs and keep them there."
I should've ordered her to put her hands behind her back, forcing her to arch upward to reveal those perky breasts beneath the thin fabric of her T-shirt.
But I wanted her touch—wanted her unable to escape this moment.
There would be no retreat into her mind while I held her captive.
The second she let go of my cock, it fell forward, smacking her in the face.
She winced, but fuck if I didn't like the feeling of her warm skin.
Keeping one hand in her hair, I moved the other one to the base of my cock, then painted her full lips with my pre-cum.
She said nothing, keeping her lips closed as she looked up at me with fear and a little defiance sparking in the depths of her cognac-brown eyes.
I caught sight of a small photo frame that must have fallen from the desk during her earlier struggle to hide. A family portrait, strangers smiling at a beach. How ordinary their lives must be, how safe and predictable.
Nothing like what Alina's life would become now.
"Open your mouth and suck my cock as if your life depends on it. Because it does."
She closed her eyes for just a second, drawing in a deep shuddering breath through her nose before her lips parted and her pink tongue darted out to taste the tip.
"Keep those pretty eyes open and on me, babygirl.” I needed to see her face, to watch that exact moment when the fight drained from her eyes and surrender took over.
Her gaze locked with mine as she opened her mouth.
I kept my grip on her hair tight, thrusting straight to the back of her throat.
She gagged and sputtered, eyes watering, resisting every second.
The way her throat constricted around me nearly finished me right then.
I pulled back, releasing her hair and letting her drop to her hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air while I regained control.
I would have come down her throat, but not this quickly.
"You've never done this before, have you?" I asked, observing how she struggled to recover.
She shook her head, gasping for breath.
"Words, Alina. Always words."
"No," she managed between coughs. "Not like this."
Something possessive and primitive surged through me.
Her inexperience made this capture all the sweeter.
I gave her only a moment before tangling my fingers back in her hair and dragging her up.
Even with tears staining her cheeks, bloodshot eyes, and bruised lips all swollen and glistening, she was beautiful.
A woman created to be claimed and possessed... not by anyone else, but by me alone.
Crafted specially for me to control.
What man would ignore such a gift?
With one forceful thrust, I pushed between her lips all the way to the back of her throat, not stopping until her nose pressed against my stomach. I angled her face to keep those beautiful brown eyes in view as they begged for mercy she'd never receive.