Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
But it’s wrong. She isn’t mine.
She was meant to get there unscathed.
And now I ruined her.
How do I fix this?
How do I repair what I’ve broken?
Is there a way I can mend her pussy so it becomes whole again? So she’s a virgin once again?
I grumble to myself from all the thoughts swirling through my head. Thinking will get me nowhere. Action, that’s what I’m about. And all this wading through the forest has put me on edge.
I should’ve stayed home, should’ve kept punishing the sinners, should’ve told Eli I wasn’t up for the job and that he should ask Tobias instead.
But now it’s too late.
I’m here with … this girl.
April.
Hmm … just her name alone makes my cock twitch.
Fuck.
How do I make this stop?
I look down at my pants, acutely aware of the fact something dangles there. It’s been too long since that dangled this freely, and I don’t know if I will ever like it or if it’s becoming a burden.
That metal is all I’ve ever known for years, and for it to be off just like that feels stranger than anything else. Like I’m naked. Like it was a part of me, and now it’s gone.
But the pain … Fuck me, I don’t miss that.
My body still flinches every time I look at her, expecting to get that same painful sting. Instead, all I feel is my pulsing dick and a great need to tear her clothes off.
But I wasn’t meant to feel this right now. My lust was contained so I could be the best for the House, so I could do my fucking job. And look at me now, lusting over a girl I shouldn’t have.
A girl who doesn’t belong to me.
I take another glance at her over my shoulder as we hike up a slope. She’s panting heavily and struggling to keep up. But if we don’t hurry, we’ll never make it before … I lose control.
Because that’s what it’s always been about.
Control.
I am not in control.
But now that the metal is gone … who is?
Suddenly, she slips on some of the softer soil and falls to her face. I rush over to her and grab her arm before she rolls down the mountain and takes me along with her. We are bound together, and if she falls, so will I, risking me crushing her.
“Help,” she squeaks.
I pull her up and tug her toward me so hard she lands straight into my chest, and we both fall to the ground … with her right on top of me …
And her top pulled down over one of her tits.
I gulp.
Dragging her up along the ground must have torn it down.
And my eyes cannot focus on anything but that lonesome, taut nipple.
My tongue dips out to lick my bottom lip, desperate to have a suck. My cock instantly hardens underneath her body which rests on top of mine.
Her eyes widen as a heavy red blush spreads on her cheeks, and she immediately crawls off me. “Sorry!”
Sorry? She would tell me sorry?
For what?
She’s still panting and looking at me, but I can’t tear my eyes away from those beautiful, perky tits that still command attention.
Only when she follows my gaze does she realize what happened … and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman get as red as her.
“Soren!” she squeals, thrashing around, but her arms are still tied to her waist.
“Calm down,” I say, and I lean in to push the shirt and bra back into place so her tit is covered again.
But my fingers can’t help but linger near her skin, every touch making me want more.
Fuck.
I look up into her eyes, wishing I could just … lean in and …
I clear my throat and get up from the ground before I do something that’ll only make it worse. “Come.”
She groans and sighs in an annoyed manner. Still, she manages to push herself up to her feet without much trouble, and I quickly turn my head away before I start looking at other things again.
My cock is fully erect now, but I don’t care. We need to find a camping spot, somewhere not close to this hill. And I need some time to cool off because I was this close to just throwing myself onto her and doing all sorts of filthy things to her.
With that rope tied snugly around her body, it would be easy for me to take what I want without her being able to stop me.
But that would only turn me more into the monster she thinks I am.
I find a small clearing and decide where we’re going to stay for now. We need to eat some food before we continue our path. Lunch, as she’d call it. I usually just eat when I’m hungry during work, but she probably wouldn’t let me enjoy it, and I’m not in the mood for an argument.