Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Multiple times until that dark skinned tinged red and she whimpered beneath his palm.
His cock throbbed in his jeans, even having undone the button earlier, it still pressed insistently against the fly. He grabbed his thickness and squeezed, needing not to soak his jeans with his own come before he got to sink into her tight pussy.
“Bored.”
One word preceded her standing upright and facing him completely. His cock jerked in response to the full frontal view of her naked body. He flexed his grip again, trailing his gaze down over a fit body. High, tight breasts and a pussy as bare as the rest of her, thick lips glistening with her own need.
Freeing himself, he began to stroke, noticing how her breath shortened as she locked her gaze on his hand as he pumped, pushing the swollen, angry head through his fist.
“I said bend over.”
She didn’t listen. Instead, she lifted a leg and positioned her foot on the back of the couch he’d planned on her staying bent over. The move opened her up more to his hungry gaze. Precum leaked from his cock, adding to ease the glide of his hand.
“And I said I’m bored.”
She trailed one hand down between her breasts and on to sink two fingers where she was wet. Where he longed to be so deep she didn’t breathe without him feeling it and where she’d always feel him even when he no longer resided within.
He stalked toward her. “Can’t have that now, can we.”
It wasn’t a question. He didn’t slow as he got into her space, simply moved one arm under the leg up on the couch, to give more support, smacked the head of his dick against her clit twice and thrust deep.
“Holy—”
“Sir. Sir. We’re getting ready to land, I need to you put your seat up please.”
Jeremy snarled as the flight attendant woke him before he could get what he wanted. The woman’s face was a blur, they always were but it didn’t matter. He knew exactly who it was that haunted his dreams.
Dianna Levitt.
Always had, since the first time he’d met her with her little group of friends. His cat had not shown much more than a passing interest in her initially. But the more he got to know her, her strength, her spirit, her passion. The more they’d both fallen for her.
A feeling which had solidified one passionate night in the jungle after a long sweaty night of dancing, celebrating and far too much drinking. A night that had been the last time he’d seen her as she slipped away, leaving him with nothing more than her memory and the scent of her embedded into him mingling with an overwhelming, possessive need to claim her as his own. An unknown emotion for him, never had he felt the call of his mate before then.
Tips of razor sharp claws pricked into his palm, signaling the loss of his iron control. Whomever took her, would pay.
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Dianna Levitt rolled her shoulders as she paced the small room she’d been held in for the past fifty-nine days. At least, that’s what she had been counting, perhaps a bit longer from when she’d been knocked on her ass, literally, and taken. Thirty steps long and fifteen wide. She had a small mattress that didn’t do much in the way of comfort, hell, it may have hindered. But she slept on it nighty, regardless.
Her long braids were gone and her hair sat shoulder length, a ratty mess she knew. Once a week, her captures took her out and doused her with water, not enough she could actually wash but enough to soak her clothes and make the next few nights unbearable as she shivered.
I’m so not in Miami.
Problem was, she had no clue where she was. After the car launched her ass over head and knocked her out, she’d woken here. And had no clue where here was. They never spoke, she didn’t get to see any part of them other than body size. The men were big. However, arms, legs, faces, all were covered.
Hell, she couldn’t even confirm they were men. Logic dictated the were from size alone, but she’d be lying if she claimed she’d not met some big women in her time.
Never one did anyone speak to her. She’d called out for days until she lost her voice. If there was a camera in here with her, she hadn’t found it. She woke, worked out, ate the pittance they considered food here, and worked out more until exhaustion took over.
A fact it happened earlier each day bothered her. The last thing she needed to be was weakened. Working out helped prevent that, on the other hand, it also helped keep her partially warm.
Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. She continued her routine. A few spots had some straw on the floor, honestly, she moved most of that under the mattress to try and give her a bit more distance from the freezing floor. Every bit of insulation helped. She didn’t have a blanket and the nights here got fucking cold.