Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
It’s not even what he’ll do to me that I’m afraid of. How can I be when just the thought lights every nerve I have with excitement? What scares me is whether Khalil—or any of them—will care enough to lick my wounds after. They can break me apart, but will they piece me back together?
“Fine,” Khalil barks with equal frustration. “Fight me all you want, but this pussy is mine.” A gasp escapes me as Khalil sinks himself so deep his hips slap against my ass. He holds on to me as he pulls out almost immediately and drives forward again.
In and out. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
My cries mix with the guttural sounds Khalil makes, and it shakes me to my core because I know this is only the beginning.
Reaching behind me, I press a hand to his abs to slow him down, but he slaps it away, and his hold shifts to my nape as he rides me even harder.
“Do not make me tie you down,” he warns in a low voice.
I stop trying to push him away as Khalil gets lost in the rhythm he sets. Because I need his guard down, I slowly began to match it. I deepen the arch in my back and drive my hips back to meet his. I did the very last thing he expected when he took me to bed.
I fuck him back.
“Ah, shit, baby. Yeah. Fuck,” he moans.
Taking that as my cue, I reach my arm toward my pillow. When Khalil slaps my ass in warning, I snatch it back. He does it even harder a second time and an inexplicable moan slips from me at his roughness.
Khalil’s punishing grip on my nape loosens until his hand falls away and relocates to my waist. When his rhythm changes, I peer over my shoulder and see that his eyes are closed now while his bottom lip is trapped between his pretty, white teeth.
Arching my back even more to reach the glass shard I’d hidden under my pillow, I hear Khalil say, “Yeah, I knew you fucking wanted it.”
Humiliation burns through me but not as much as when I feel my pussy gushing in response. My cheeks burn from the indignity of it, and the best-worst part is that I want more. I want him to say more mean, despicable things to me.
The words that tumble from my lips burn me from the inside out with shame. “Please, Khalil. Please stop.”
“No.” Khalil tightens his hold on me as he fucks me harder.
Blood rushes to my middle, and I abandon the shard as my throbbing clit short-circuits my brain.
“I don’t want this,” I plead as much to myself as to him. I can’t stop throwing my pussy at Khalil to take. I can’t stop feeding this new sensation rising in my gut, curling my toes, and setting my blood on fire.
“Too fucking bad.”
I never in a million years expected to come from mere words.
It feels like a betrayal to myself when I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cries. I fist the sheets and give myself over to this thing inside me that craves the depravity he offers.
Unwilling to let me hide, Khalil fists my hair and yanks my head up while I’m mid-scream. The broken sound pierces the quiet room and probably the cabin itself as I come so hard, my vision is a flash of blinding white.
I’m boneless after that.
Once I collapse onto my stomach, I can’t move, but Khalil doesn’t seem to care as he pulls out of me and lies on his back. “Sit on it,” he orders before I can even catch my breath.
I steal a peek at his dick and shudder at the thought. The flared purple head is slick with my juices and bobbing back and forth as he breathes hard.
Khalil takes it in his hand and strokes it once before turning his head to look at me with a raised brow when I take too long.
Dragging myself upright, I straddle him with my hands on his chest. Khalil handles the next part, positioning me so that I’m hovering over his dick. The weight of his hands on my waist increases until I get the hint, and I lower on my own. As he fills me once more, I don’t fight it this time—not until the pressure gets too intense, and I stop.
Khalil isn’t having it. “All the way down, Goldilocks.”
“You can’t be serious. You’re freakishly big, Khalil.”
“Should I call my brothers in here? Seth or Thorin could help stretch your pussy for me.”
I swear I hear a cough that sounds like it came from inside the room. When I turn my head to investigate, Khalil snaps his hips, and I gasp, my nails digging into his skin when he seats himself fully inside me.