Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
He’s carrying me to the bedroom, and we fall onto the bed, him on top of me, his lips still devouring mine. My hands go to his shirt, and I grip the material. He gets the hint, pulling his lips from mine just long enough for me to rip his shirt up and over his head.
I moan into his mouth as my hands go between our bodies, and I fumble with his belt for a few seconds before I get it undone.
He pulls away from me and stands while I lie on the bed, panting and impatiently waiting. His hands go to his jeans and he removes them before yanking his belt from the loops and then tosses them to the far side of the room. “Roll over,” he orders, and I gladly oblige, placing my hands behind my back, knowing what he wants. He secures the leather belt around my wrists and then flips me back over.
I stare up at him, my arms restrained underneath me as he crawls back onto the bed. His knees spread mine wide, and he takes his hard cock into his hands, guiding it into my soaked pussy.
Arching my back, I cry out, and his hands wrap around my throat. He stills, cock buried into my cunt as he lowers his lips to mine and whispers, “This what you want, doll face?” He gently kisses my parted lips, teasing me.
“Yes, please…” I beg, my body fighting him trying to get him to move inside me, but he holds still, liking the way I squirm.
“You’re so desperate.” His lips smile against mine.
I groan impatiently. I need him to own me. To take me to that place where my mind stops. “Fuck me…” I swallow against his hands. “Please, Haidyn.”
He sits up, his hands tightening around my throat, cutting off my air, and my pussy clenches down on him. Yes! This is what I want. Fucking choke me out.
His blue eyes are on mine as I look up at him with heavy lashes. He slowly pulls out of my pussy, and I part my lips. My body’s natural reaction is to try to breathe, but I get nothing. He smiles down at me before his cock enters me once again painfully slow.
The room starts to spin, and my eyes flutter. This is how I’m going to go. Letting him kill me sounds better than giving him up.
He slams his hips forward, and my eyes roll back into my head. “That’s it, beautiful,” he says. “That’s what my whore likes.” He pulls out and slams into me again. My chest heaves, trying to breathe. “Come on my dick, doll face. Remind me that I own you.”
My body shudders as my vision fades to black. I’m not sure if I’m passing out or dying, but my body involuntarily jerks, begging to breathe while I come.
His hands let go of my neck, and I cough. Spit flies from my open mouth, and I realize I’m crying as he leans down and kisses my cheeks.
“Good girl, Charlotte.” His hands slide into my hair, and he yanks my head back to expose my neck to his lips. He tenderly kisses my racing pulse while his cock continues to fuck me rough and hard. Smashing my arms underneath us. I can no longer feel them. Nothing else matters except for him right now. He pulls away and orders, “Eyes on me, doll face. I want to see you while I come inside you.”
My heavy eyes find his, and it takes everything I have to keep them open.
“That’s it. That’s my good little whore.” The sound of our bodies slapping fills the room, and he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me passionately, burying himself deep inside me and pulsing as he comes.
I’m lying on my bed naked, covered in sweat, and trying to come down as I watch Haidyn dress. His back is toward me, and he’s pulling up his jeans over his black boxer briefs. Once he fastens his belt, he turns and walks over to the side of the bed and picks up his shirt off the floor. I watch shamelessly as he pulls it on, and my eyes are fascinated by how his muscles flex with each movement. My eyes catch sight of the scar from when he was shot before his shirt covers it, and I get a pain in my chest.
It makes me wonder what he’s been through. From the videos the Lords sent me—slitting his wrists to being electrocuted and whipped—I feel sorry for him. And men like Haidyn don’t want pity. They want respect.
What do the Lords want from him? Why send me to do it?
He leans over the side of the bed and plants a soft kiss on my forehead, and I want to wrap my arms around him and pull him back into my bed. We’re safe here. When he’s inside me, nothing else exists.