Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
I slide the sweater up my body and over my head, sitting completely naked and exposed to him. His touch is gentle and soothing as he places the cream on my scrapes and rubs it in.
I thought it would sting, but it doesn’t. It’s cool and refreshing. “What is this stuff?’
“It’s a stronger version of polysporin. They give this shit to medics in battle. It has a little extra kick to it. I’ll put some on again tomorrow. Turn around for me.” I jump off the counter and turn. Mikhail hisses as he brushes his fingers on various parts of my back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I was that rough. Things get out of hand with the hunt, and when you told me about the fear thing, it released something in me.”
I shrug. “No biggie. I knew what I was getting into.”
“Maybe, but I don’t do this to women, Bree. This isn’t who I am.”
I frown. “How do you know my name?”
“I have my ways. I usually have no problem finding out things about people. Like I know you live alone, had a dog named Buster but he died a year ago, and you haven’t been able to get a new one because you work so much. You’re a nurse. Pediatrics. You love kids, and you bake a mean chocolate chip cookie.”
“Do you work for the CIA?”
Mikhail laughs. “More like I’m probably watched by the CIA.” He puts the cap back on the cream and kisses my right shoulder. “All done. It’s late, and you need your rest. We can talk more in the morning.”
“It’s so dark. Why does Mommy sound like that? She said to stay here. I’ve got to stay here. They can’t get me here.”
The sound of a deep voice in terror wakes me in the middle of the night. I turn over, and Mikhail, now wearing a white ski mask, is muttering, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.
I place my hand on his shoulder. “Mikhail.”
Suddenly, my back is pressed against the mattress. Mikhail's large frame looms over me, his body pressing down on mine as his fingers grip my throat with such force they take my breath away. It’s almost like he isn’t here anymore, completely gone. He’s not even the monster I saw in the woods. He’s something else, something darker, more dangerous, and utterly insane. He lines his cock to my entrance and pushes into me.
“Mikhail,” I croak, desperately trying to get him to snap out of it.
He isn’t there. All I see is his face covered with the mask and piercing blue eyes burning into my brain. His haunting wolf eyes are the last thing I see, and the darkness takes over.
Chapter Ten
Mikhail
Dread rushes through me like a tornado. My heart stops. Panic surges in frantic waves as I place my fingers on her bruised neck to check her pulse. My fingers gently rub at the angry marks left behind in their wake. A sharp inhale of relief as I realize she’s still breathing. The idea of hurting her is repugnant to me, the vilest thing I could imagine, all my nightmares coming to fruition.
Her angelic face looks so peaceful. My hard cock still impales her tight cunt. I should dismount and let her sleep in peace, but my need for her is all-consuming. All I can focus on is her body, her tight cunt, her puckered nipples, and the pretty bruises covering her creamy skin.
I fuck her slowly, wanting to savor her in every way. I know what I’m doing is wrong, demonic even. She’s asleep due to my hands suffocating her, but I don’t care. I still want to come inside her, fill her up. Her hard nipples tempt my fingers as they slowly roam up her stomach. I take the soft flesh in my hand. I pinch her pink nipples between my fingers and groan at how sexy she looks. My marks cover her skin, my passion a road map along her flesh.
The thrusts of my hips speed up, and I fuck her mercilessly. She’ll be sore tomorrow from how my cock drills into her sweet pussy with no remorse or mercy.
This girl has wrapped herself around my soul, and I know she won’t accept me for long. I’m a novelty she’ll tire of. How could a beauty like this crave a monster like me? It simply isn’t something long-lasting.
My balls tighten with the tight grip of her sexy cunt, and my lips descend on her skin. I place chaste kisses along her soft flesh until I meet her rose-colored lips with mine and come deep in her pussy.
I should stop here, but I can’t. I want more of her. I need to see more of her. My lips move down her body, exploring every inch of her with my mouth until I’m in front of her sweet cunt. My cum leaks out of her, proof that I fucked her while she was passed out. As sexy as it is to watch my cum drop out of her cunt, I want her to have it. A sick compulsion to make sure she knew I was here in the morning. To feel my cum dripping from her pussy when she’s wide awake.