Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Good bunny,” he murmurs, and, in this moment, I don’t hate his nickname for me.
He tosses the vibrator aside and lies down with his face between my legs. He rubs his stubbled cheek on my sensitive inner thighs. I shriek and tug on my chains, and he laughs. He switches to kissing the silvery stretch marks that streak my skin. His mouth inches closer to my pussy, and I whimper. I try to draw up my legs, and he clamps his huge hands on my thighs, holding them down. The move only makes me gush.
“Yes, bunny,” he groans, his hips grinding into the bed. “Give me your sweetness.” He dips his head and licks up my seam, making me arch off the bed. Only his cruel grip holding me open keeps me from levitating right off the bed.
He thrusts his tongue into my pussy, and I scream. His stubble scrapes my sensitive folds, adding a dimension to the pleasure. He finds my clit and laps at it until I’m writhing. He tears orgasm after orgasm out of me, then lifts my hips to spear me with his cock.
He sinks deep into me, fucking me like he wants to destroy my pussy. I fight the chains, and there’s enough give for me to grab his shoulders and dig my nails into his inked skin. Marking him like he’s marked me. The pain makes him roar and slam into me so hard we rock the bed.
I cum so hard I black out. From far away, I feel him pulsing in me, then freeing my wrists and dragging me into his arms. I sink into unconsciousness with his cock still inside me and him kissing my face and breasts and clinging to me like he’ll never let go.
3
Elodie
Before I even open my eyes, I know it’s late morning. Every inch of my body hurts to move as I peer into the gloom of the big bedroom. There’s a heavy weight on my chest. A tattooed arm bulging with muscles.
The hunter lies on his stomach, his face planted in a pillow above my head. His hair has dried to a dark gold color, the coils draping down his back and obscuring a brutal-looking brand burned into the skin. It’s a skull—the mark of Fraternitas. The design matches the big silver ring he’s wearing on his left hand.
More proof that I’m in bed with a murderous monster.
I should count myself lucky I survived the night. But I’m not free of him yet.
I push his arm off and carefully slide out from under the covers. He twitches, and I freeze, but he doesn’t wake. I’m able to scoot to the edge of the bed.
The second my right foot hits the floor, I whimper and curl into a half-ball. My ankle is an angry red, swollen, and hot to the touch.
Dammit! How am I going to work my job with a hurt ankle? I can’t afford the time off. A thousand dollars will barely cover the rent.
I might get ten thousand dollars, but I don’t know if I made it to midnight. The jerk sleeping next to me might have lied just to toy with me.
First things first, though. My bladder is screaming at me.
I ease onto my left foot and hang onto the bed. It looks like it’ll take ten steps to get to the bathroom. I try to limp, and pain knifes through me. I bite back a cry.
“Bunny,” a deep voice mutters behind me. A strong arm wraps around my middle, and he pulls me against him.
His dick is hard. Again. Does it never rest?
“Let me go.” I jab an elbow into his gut. His abs might as well be a brick wall. I probably hurt my elbow, and he doesn’t seem to feel it.
“You’re hurt.” He runs a hand down my leg. I cringe when he touches below my knee and bite my lip to hold in my sob.
“I have to pee.” I sound like a child holding back tears.
He lifts me easily and carries me to the bathroom. He sets me on the toilet, and I glare up at him. The pain has made me cranky and incinerated my survival instincts. “A little privacy?”
With a lazy smile, he saunters out of the bathroom but leaves the door open a crack. Somehow he knows when I finish because he’s back, wearing his jeans this time. He picks me up, cradling me against his beautiful chest. I avert my eyes.
“Is my bunny shy?”
“No.” I whip my head around and end up lost in his eyes. “And I’m not your bunny.”
“No?” He lays me back on the bed and plants a palm on my chest so I can’t move. “You have the cutest freckles.” He brushes the tip of my nose.
I don’t hate my freckles, but they are copious, so I usually cover them with an inch of concealer.