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)
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fisted the blanket.
It was electrifying and soothing at the same time. I wanted to both push him away and beg him to never stop. I didn’t understand how anything could feel so good and overwhelming at the same time.
When his tongue circled my clit, I saw stars. And when he sucked it into his mouth, I cried out in agonizing bliss.
He held me there right on the edge, expertly licking and sucking, not letting me come down or climax. Just holding me on the precipice of pleasure until my legs were shaking so hard, they started to cramp.
“Marksen, oh my—”
“This is what happens to good girls. Keep being my good girl, Olivia, and I will keep rewarding you like this. Be my good girl, and I will make you feel so good. But if you are bad ...” He bit my inner thigh, making me jump. “If you are bad, I will spank you and tie you to this bed and leave you here.”
“I understand,” I said. “But please. Marksen, please.” I pressed my thighs against his head.
“I got you, princess. Let me soothe the ache I caused.” He chuckled before turning his attention back to my aching core, where he licked and teased my oversensitive clit until it was almost too much to bear.
I was mentally and physically drained from the day but somehow also felt more alive. It was all too much. I couldn’t process any of it. The way he devoured me overloaded my already frayed nerves.
There were no choices, nothing I could do but submit to his touch and let it engulf me.
My back bowed off the bed as I came with a scream.
CHAPTER 14
MARKSEN
The way her pussy practically gushed for me as I made her come was enough to have me rock hard again.
She was so sweet, and the sounds she made while I teased her were like music to my ears.
I meant what I said. If she was a good girl for me, I would spend every night of her captivity with my face buried in her cunt.
I would even show her how to ride my face so she could feel like she had a little control.
She wouldn’t, of course, but that wasn’t the point.
I wanted to pull her off the bed, guide her to kneel at my feet as I fed her my cock. Let her taste me and feel what she did to me. I bet she would be a natural, with her soft lips around my shaft or her cute tongue lapping at my balls.
She really would look so perfect kneeling, looking up at me with her big eyes as she licked my cock. I bet she would even love it if I laced my fingers in her soft hair and showed her how I liked to be deep throated.
Then I would pick her up and bend her over the bed and fuck her until she was nothing more than a shaking, sobbing mess, until I had filled her perfect little body with my come again.
If it were any other woman lying in my bed, I would have.
Not Olivia.
She wasn’t a whore, and I didn’t want to treat her as one, at least not tonight.
Especially not after I realized how innocent she really had been.
There was no way I could have anticipated she was a virgin.
I meant, sure, the women in our social circle played a good game about being pure and innocent, but behind closed doors they were mostly just sluts who had paraded around in white dresses. The only reason why everyone played along was because of their money.
How was I to know Olivia was different?
My chest tightened.
I should have known.
If I were even remotely honest with myself, deep down, I had known.
Olivia was different. She’d always been different.
Sweet, kind, and intelligent, with beautiful, bright eyes that never failed to light up with delight whenever I entered a room, even when we were teenagers. I truly was a godforsaken asshole for using her as a pawn in a revenge plan.
A revenge plan that wasn’t going to be pretty for her.
I had assumed she was experienced…
There were things I was going to force her to do that for a recent innocent were…fuck.
Pushing away the disturbing thoughts, I focused on giving her pleasure now.
I would deal with the consequences of my actions tomorrow.
My sweet, untried babygirl passed out after she came.
There was no gentle coming down, then a peaceful drifting off to sleep.
No, it was almost instant.
She came with my name on her lips, and then it was like all of a sudden, the last few hours caught up with her and she was out.
I carefully cleaned her up and pulled the silk sheets over her body.
She rolled to her side, curled up like a little chipmunk, and buried her face in my pillow.