Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Just kiss me.
Chapter 7
Kacia
He kisses me, tongue in my mouth, lips against mine, and the gun comes down.
I want this. I want him to keep going, to kiss me, to make me feel something. When he came into the room and saw me topless, there was something missing in his expression, some piece that had evaporated in the time it took him to take that call from his father. I don’t know what happened or what they said, but it did something to him, and he came into my room like a beast.
Like he wanted to kill me, like he really planned on doing it.
Some part of me was tempted to let him pull the trigger.
Choose the bullet, end it now.
But a louder part isn’t ready. A louder part wants to wait, to bide my time.
To feel something good for once in my miserable life.
So instead, I give him the excuse he craves, so he’ll give me the pleasure I need.
His kiss, his hands, his tongue. The way he looks at me like I’m a gift.
It’s all too much.
He turns me from the wall and shoves me down onto the mattress, and I stare at him with an open mouth. What’s he going to do to me? What am I going to let him do?
Anything, everything.
He places the gun on the table and drops to his knees in front of me, pinning me down, holding my wrists up above my head. Savage and controlling. He’s so big, so strong, and he could crush me if he wanted.
He could choke the life from me without breaking a sweat.
I whimper as he kisses my neck, my throat, my collarbone. He licks my nipples and bites them hard. The pain is its own kind of pleasure and sends a lightning strike into my core. He kisses my mouth and bites my lips, and I want him to chew until I bleed.
I moan as his other hand unbuttons my jeans and he yanks them off.
He spreads my legs and I show myself to him. There’s nothing else to hide, not anymore. He can see it all: my breasts, my stiff nipples, the birthmark on my belly, my imperfections, the sweat still on my skin from the run, the tan lines faded into almost nothing, my pussy juice soaking my panties into a useless mess.
He pushes my panties aside and dips two fingers between my pussy lips, curling them up and down and lingering on my clit.
My back arches as pleasure rocks down my spine. I curse and moan and, fuck, it feels so good. I’ve never been touched like this before, not like this, not with my life hanging in the balance and my brain going crazy, begging for pleasure and for pain in equal measure. I’ve never wanted a man like I want him, and never hated someone so much before. I dig my fingers into his back and stare over his shoulder at the gun on the table—
It’s not that far away.
I could reach it. Put it to his head like he did to me. Except I’d pull the trigger.
I could make my move now. Shove him aside while he’s distracted. Leap for it and hope he doesn’t react fast enough.
But fuck, I can’t.
He slides two fingers inside and I’m lost.
I whimper as his lips bury mine. I moan into his kiss and roll my hips as he fucks me with his fingers. I whisper his name as he brings those fingers, dripping with my juice, up into my mouth.
I suck them and lick myself off his skin.
“This is only a taste,” he whispers, low and husky. “This is only the beginning, flower, of what it will feel like to be my wife. We’re out of time. You have to choose.”
“I can’t,” I say, gasping as his fingers go back to their incredible, filthy work. What does it say about me that I’m letting this man touch me this way? That I want him to touch me this way?
That I want him to fuck me with his fingers?
“We don’t have time for games.” He bites my nipples, licking them in circles before sucking, and goes down lower, lower, kissing as he descends until it’s his mouth between my legs licking my pussy up and down, sucking my clit and rolling his tongue inside.
My back arches and pleasure explodes through my body.
I grab his hair and hold on tight, gasping.
“Why the fuck are you doing this?” I whimper because I’m so close to coming and so scared of what this means.
“I’m doing it because I want you,” he says, looking up and curling his fingers deep into my pussy. I gasp and light sparks in my vision as every muscle tenses. I’m riding the line between heaven and hell and my head’s short-circuiting. “I’m doing it because the second I saw you, I knew I had to keep you. Stop fighting, flower. You want to live? I’m giving you the chance. Choose the ring.”