Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I bite down on his lip as I viciously say, “Because you invited me.”
“You could have said no. It’s not like you don’t know how to use that word.” He’s kissing along my jaw and down my neck. My hips begin rolling of their own accord.
“I did say no,” I reply breathlessly, arching into him.
He releases his grip around my wrists, then orders, “Hands on the counter, and they don’t move.” I do as he says because he immediately rewards me by putting his hand up my dress. He wastes no time pushing my panties to the side and pinching my clit.
Fuck. He’s mad.
“You can’t demand answers when you’re not willing to hand them over yourself. Do we understand each other?” he declares. His intense blue gaze has darkened with lust, and I flick a glance at his pants, where his cock is straining against the material. I lick my lips, wanting more than just his hand on my pussy.
“Are you going to put that to good use?” I ask, pointedly staring at his cock. He squeezes my cheeks and angles my head to look up at him.
“This is a punishment, not a reward,” he chastises.
“Seems like punishment for you, too,” I bite back.
A tic jumps in his jaw. “You’ll beg for this cock like a good girl, Mostriciattola.”
I moan as he shoves against me, and I can feel his cock poking into my stomach. “To answer your question, I can’t get enough of your sharp tongue or this cunt of yours. You can label it whatever the fuck helps you sleep at night, but let me assure you, you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”
I fucking hate him as much as I crave him.
“Do you understand?” he growls. “And don’t you dare fucking say no.”
He brings his face close to mine, inhaling me. My gaze jumps from his lips to his eyes, like I’m desperate for him. My appetite for him grows and grows.
“I won’t play games,” I say breathlessly, which is better than a no.
He smiles then, and it’s anything but the charming gesture he sometimes offers others. No, this is all feral—the monster beneath. “You’re the only one who’s been playing games, Posie. Let me in.”
There’s so much loaded into that last sentence. Is it a request or a command? I don’t know what he wants or how this will end, but I feel a small part of my guard slip as I breathlessly say, “Okay.”
His expression softens ever so slightly as if he wasn’t expecting my submission.
“Get on your knees so I can feed you my cock,” he demands. “You don’t get sweet nothings today. You’re going to be brutally fucked to within an inch of your life for the hell you’ve been putting me through.”
He releases my jaw, and I drop to my knees obediently, licking my lips as if grateful to be granted permission to unzip his pants and free his cock. I swallow because the size of him startles me every time.
I slide my mouth over his cock, rolling my tongue around its thick head. His hands thread through my hair, and he growls, “Look at me as I fuck your filthy, defiant mouth.”
I look up at him through my eyelashes as he slowly rocks his hips into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat every time, and I choke, and then he begins thrusting almost angrily, punishing me for my defiance during the day.
This is definitely not a reward, and yet I’m getting wetter by the second as he ruthlessly fucks my mouth. It is as if this brutal claim is the only way he can communicate something unsaid.
Tears stream down my face as he grunts, fucking my throat like it’s his personal toy.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he grits out, and it floods me with pride. “You like my cock, don’t you?”
I can’t nod, so I make a sound of agreement because I do. I love the way he overpowers me, the way he feeds off my defiance and turns it into something so pleasurable. I love the way he threatens to punish me but always gives me the best orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
Fuck. This man, in all his ruthless beauty, is so hard to deny.
“Are you going to swallow my cum like a good girl?”
I make another noise, choking on his cock.
He smirks, and it’s devilish and sinister. “That’s not good enough, Mostriciattola. I want to come in that sweet mouth of yours and mark my territory from the inside.”
Fuck, I’m dripping.
“Are you ready to take me raw like a good girl?”
I nod eagerly, desperately even.
He pulls out of my mouth and tugs me up by my hair. He immediately grabs me by the throat and hoists me onto the counter. His hand is up my dress and dragging down my panties in seconds.