Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
It had to be someone who had suffered at her hand recently. Someone above reproach, someone that could make Mary Quinn out to be the villain and not the victim.
There was no other choice, it had to be my angel. But to get this timid, sweet little angel to bite, I was going to have to break her. I was going to have to push her in a way that would have her rebelling against her mother and obeying me. She had the fire inside. I just needed to stoke her anger into rage.
Thankfully, God had a plan and so did I. Rose was a natural submissive. That would be the key. I needed to balance her pleasure and her pain. I needed her to crave me and hate her mother.
This was going to be so much fun.
“I am a grown woman. I can say what I like,” Rose said, sticking out her chin in defiance.
“Really, then why didn’t you say anything when your mother volunteered you to work with me on the Christmas bazaar?”
“Maybe it’s because I like the Christmas bazaar,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor.
That was good to know. She could lie, she could even lie convincingly, but she couldn’t look me in the eye when she did it. I wondered if that was because I made her come, or because of the collar, or because she wanted to be my good girl?
“No, you started to tell your mommy you didn’t want to do it, but she talked over you and you just folded. Is it because your mommy decides what you get to do?” I asked, pouting my lips and being sure to emphasize the word mommy just to get on her nerves.
“I am twenty-two years old,” she said, sticking out her chest like she was trying to make herself seem bigger.
All I had to do was take a single step forward to have her backing down, shying away from me. That single step had her backed against the wall. Right where I wanted her.
Taking another step forward, I blocked her in completely. She was stuck, and the way her eyes darted around the room and then back to mine told me she knew it.
“Don’t you think it’s a little pathetic that you’re twenty-two years old and still listen to what your mommy says? You still decide based on what your mommy wants.” I clicked my tongue. “So disappointing.”
“Shut up,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes back on the floor.
“Tell me, angel, do you always listen to what your mommy says?” I said, pushing her just a little further, knowing she was about to break.
“I said shut up.” This time, her voice was louder, firmer, and she looked up at me, her emerald eyes lighting up with fury.
I slammed my lips against hers in a kiss that was punishing. Her lips opened to mine immediately. Her body pressed against me like she couldn’t get enough. She didn’t just open to me and allow me to take her lips. She kissed me back, and it was incredible.
That was the fire I needed, that was the anger and the defiance that I knew she had in her, but they were never to be directed at me.
I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall, not hurting her, not yet. Just holding her there, letting her feel the strength in my hand and knowing that if I decided to, I could hurt her.
The second my fingers wrapped around her throat, the fire in her eyes changed. She was still pissed, still defiant, but she liked my hand on her. Fuck, this girl was full of surprises.
She was absolutely perfect.
“Tell me, little angel, does your mommy know where my hands have been?” I asked, reaching under her skirt and cupping her cunt, pressing with my palm to give her just a little of the friction that I knew she craved. “Does your mommy know how wet your pussy gets for me? Does she know you opened your legs for me and purred as you came on my fingers?”
Rose started to open her mouth to say something, her cheeks burning a dark red, but I squeezed her throat just a little to keep her silent.
I shifted her panties aside and slid my finger between her wet lips, gathering her juices and then rubbing her clit in circles.
“Does she know you crave the sins of the flesh from a man of God?” I was bluffing, but the way her hips rocked into my palm and her heart raced against my fingers told me I was on the right track.
“No,” she said, barely a whisper.
Her lips were so plump, so inviting. I was tempted to taste them again. But that gave her power. I was weak against her kiss, and I would concede nothing to her again. I pulled my hand away from her, still holding her by her throat but denying her the satisfaction she craved.