Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“You look so perfect like this,” I rasped in her ear. “My perfect little captive.”
I touched a nerve, evident in the way the color rose on her chest and moved up to her face. In the way her eyes slid closed, and her lips were open as she arched. The way the muscles in her abdomen flexed as she tried to hold on and her fingers dug into the back of my neck.
“Do you like this, little girl?”
She tightened her lips into a straight line, pulling them between her teeth.
I wouldn’t let her shut me out now.
With my free hand, I ruthlessly pinched her sensitive clit.
Crying out, she rose up on her toes.
“I asked you a question,” I ground out through clenched teeth as I pressed my cock against her lower back…a threat and a promise.
“Please. I’m sorry!” she whimpered.
“Then answer me like a good girl and tell me how much you like it. Tell me how much you like being my little whore.”
I was convinced every woman had a praise and degradation kink when on the verge of orgasm and my little Olivia was no exception.
Her brows scrunched low as her eyelids shut tight.
“I like it,” she whispered.
I twisted her clit. “Louder.”
She cried out. “I like being your little whore.”
Her shoulders shook in submission as the pleasure, pain, and conflicting emotions of anger, pride, and degradation took their toll on her already overwhelmed psyche.
Her knees buckled.
I wrapped my arm tightly around her waist, supporting her weight.
As I once more directed the shower stream at a perfect angle over her clit, I demanded, “Beg me to let you come.”
She gasped.
I tilted my head and bit her neck.
She arched into me, sucking in a breath between clenched teeth. “Don’t make me say it.”
Licking the faint bite mark, I murmured against her skin, “You have a choice, princess. Either you beg me to come, or I push you down onto your knees and shove my cock down your throat until you choke.”
Her fingers tightened their hold in my hair. “Please … please … let me come.”
“Good girl. Why should I let you come?”
She sobbed. “Marksen, don’t ...”
“Say it.”
Her hips rocked against mine as her body screamed for release. “Please … let me come … because … I’m your good little whore.”
I arched my back, lifting her off her feet, supporting her full weight as I opened my thighs, forcing her legs open. From this position, I held the showerhead even closer to her pussy, knowing she would feel both weightless and lightheaded which would only add to her orgasm.
“I’m…oh God! I’m almost…oh God! I’m…oh God! Oh God!”
Her body stiffened. I could feel the air seizing in her lungs beneath my arm as she climaxed.
Wanting to feel the tremors deep inside her pussy as the climax ebbed, I tightened my arm and flipped her forward, until she bent in half.
After slamming my fist against the button that controlled the shower stream to return it to the overhead rainfall, I braced one hand against the wall, grasped my cock and pressed it between her legs from behind.
Olivia’s torso snapped up as she turned her head to stare at me over her shoulder. “Wait, what are you doing?”
Lowering my arm to fist her wet, tangled locks, I pulled her hair, forcing her to arch her back and push her pert ass out. “I’m about to fuck you so hard you forget your own name, not to mention the name of any man who came before me.”
The head of my cock pushed against the resistance of her tight entrance.
Despite my opening her up with three fingers, she was still impossibly tight.
Must be some kind of yoga-Pilates-Kegel shit. Well, I fucking approved.
She braced her open palms against the wall and cried out. “Marksen, stop. You can’t!”
Indignant rage burned within my chest.
For a moment, I had forgotten my hatred for her and her fucking family.
I had forgotten about my revenge plans.
I had forgotten about ruining her.
Fortunately, I remembered just in time.
I yanked her hair. “What’s the matter, princess? I’m good enough to get you off, but my cock’s not good enough for your pretty, pretentious pussy?”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m—”
Digging my fingers into her hip to hold her in place, I sneered, “I understand perfectly, princess.”
Right before I viciously thrust my thick cock into her tight pussy … straight to the hilt.
And straight through her maidenhead.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 13
OLIVIA
My fingernails scraped against the wet tiles as my knees buckled.
He wrapped his body around mine and cupped my breast.
“No.” I tried pushing away from him. “No, you can’t, I ...” Tears flowed freely down my face. “Not like this.”
“Shhh.” Marksen shushed me, while still inside me.
He didn’t move, didn’t pull out or thrust.
My voice cracked as my body shook. “This can’t be my first time. Not with you, not like this.”
He pulled out and turned me around, pressing me against the tiled wall with his body. He braced his forearm over my head as his other hand brushed the wet tendrils away from my cheek. “It’s too late, Olivia. It’s done. Let me make it good for you, princess.”