Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
It would be even worse if it weren’t for the guards Tigran posted all over the place.
“I’m proud of you, you know,” he says, smiling into the distance. I can tell he’s trying hard not to make this a big deal. But he’s right—it kind of is huge.
“Thanks, I’m proud of myself too. You know, for finally entering the sunshine. I’m half surprised I didn’t explode into a shower of ash like a vampire.”
He squints at me, frowning. “You are looking a bit pale.”
“Stop, asshole.”
“Are you sure you’re not hungering for the blood of the innocent?”
“If that were true, I’d go looking for it somewhere else. Lord knows nobody’s innocent when you’re around.”
He tugs me tighter against him. “That’s right, and you enjoy every second of my sinful ways.”
“You’re a corrupting influence.”
“And you’re a prim little bad girl who needs to be taught a lesson.” His smirk is devilish and teasing as he leans down to kiss me.
“Easy,” I warn, my heart beating wildly. But I love it when he talks to me that way. It actually makes me feel bold, and I find myself scanning the area until I spot a stand of trees and bushes at the edge of the park, away from most of the other people. “I have an idea.”
He follows, slightly bemused, as I hurry over toward the relative privacy. There are still people around—an old man is reading the paper on the other side of the walking path—but we’re out of their sight line as soon as I slip through the tall, wild bushes. There are empty beer bottles and other random litter on the mulchy ground. Clearly, this is a popular spot with teens and others looking for somewhere hidden. I turn to him, mouth open, and throw myself toward his lips.
Mint and grass and sunshine fill my mouth. His hand grips my hair, and he overwhelms me with a starving kiss. I moan and writhe into him, my heart racing wildly. I’m terrified and freaking out, but I’m also turned on and mindlessly aching. I can’t help myself—I take his other hand and guide it to my jeans.
“Pisik,” he murmurs, giving me that delicious, knowing smirk. “You realize someone might see?”
“I don’t care,” I say, breathing hard. “I want it.” And I realize I’ve never done anything remotely like this before. It’s so far outside my comfort zone that I’m on the edge of a panic attack. The only thing keeping me grounded is Tigran, and I don’t want to stop now that I’ve started.
If I can cross this line, what else am I capable of?
He chuckles as he flicks open the button of my jeans and slips a hand down over my panties.
I whimper as he strokes my pussy, slowly at first and backs me into the trunk of a tree.
“Hurry,” I whisper while he kisses my neck. He flips my panties aside, fingers stroking up and down my slit.
“You’re soaked, baby,” he murmurs, clearly enjoying this. “My god, you really are a slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Please, just hurry, I need it,” I say, begging him, my heart pounding in my ears. I look around, mortified and needy, but nobody’s looking.
At least, I don’t think they are.
His fingers plunge into me. I gasp, arching my back. He slides them back up to tease my clit, then he pushes them back inside, again and again, in and out, slicking me up and getting me soaked. I grind into his palm, panting hard, and bite his lip when he kisses me.
“You filthy fucking girl,” he whispers, going faster. “Look at you, you’re outside, and suddenly all you want is to ride my fingers in public. Someone’s going to see, and they’ll know that you really are a dirty fucking girl and you always have been. You pretend like you’re so good, but we both know the truth. When you’re with me, you’re my dirty fucking slut. Now beg me for it, baby.”
“Tigran, please, don’t stop,” I gasp, my back arching. “I need it, baby, please, I need it.” The fear, the danger, the pleasure—it’s all hitting me hard. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but it’s like something’s shattering in my chest. He’s breaking it, destroying the barriers, the armor, the layers, all the shit I’ve piled around me, all the little mannerisms and beliefs I’ve used to hide myself away all these years. He’s wrecking them with a hammer, and I love him for it.
“That’s right, baby, come for me,” he murmurs in my ear as his fingers plunge in deep and his palm grinds against my clit. “When you’re done, I’ll make you suck them clean, you dirty fucking girl, and then you’ll walk around the rest of this park with filthy and ruined panties like a good little slut.”