Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“Did I say you can talk?” My eyes hold hers, and she blinks at me, then shakes her head, dropping the shoe. Her hands move to her jeans and she unzips them. I take a deep swig of the whiskey and spread my legs. My cock reaches up to my abs, and I slowly stroke it while watching her strip out of her clothes.
“Leave the panties on,” I snap.
Her hands drop as she cocks her head at me.
“You look confused. I’m gonna tell you how this goes with us.” I watch the play of emotions on her face as she tries to breathe. She’s aroused yet trying her hardest to remain calm while she waits. Her fucking nipples stand erect, taunting me to come suck on them, but that can wait.
“Did you get on the back of Rip’s bike?” I take another swig of the burning whiskey, watching her frown.
“Speak,” I order.
She jumps, then snaps, “Yes.”
My eyes narrow.
“Rip is an old friend of mine. And he gave me a ride yesterday to protect my heels…” Her eyes grow wide. “Holy shit. You’re the truck.” She shakes her head, her hands inching up to cover her breasts.
“I’m the fucking enforcer! Rip’s lucky that’s all I did. He knows better.” I set the bottle down. Her eyes lock with mine as she digests this.
“I abhor violence,” she whispers.
I cock my head at her. “Well, baby, I’m nothing but violence.”
When I stand, she takes a step back, her eyes widening as if she’s only now starting to understand who and what I am.
“Kneel,” I say.
She hesitates, which makes my cock throb. She can fight, doesn’t matter.
“And crawl to me.”
Her eyes narrow, and her breathing is harsh. She stands straight and tall. So fucking stunning. Hair like fire spilling around her shoulders, puffy lips slightly open like she’s trying to decide whether she should obey or bolt. But it’s pointless. I own her body, and her mind craves my attention. This pull I have inside me is the same for her, like a junkie in need of a fix.
“This is who I am. Now, crawl to me.”
She drops her hands to her sides, her eyes shooting daggers at me. I’m gonna take her to the edge. Julianna’s drawn to the darkness in me. She may abhor violence, but her cunt tells me a different story. I wait and watch her every move. Her smell fills me, and I reach for my hard cock to stroke it. Her eyes shift downward to watch.
Seconds tick by, and I wait for what will inevitably be her downfall. She’s cursed to love me. I should walk away, like I’ve done all the other times, but that’s the thing about curses. They have a way of playing themselves out no matter how much you try to avoid them.
Slowly she drops to her knees.
“That’s it.” I inhale. “Fuck.” My cock jerks, ready to go off simply from watching her.
Superhuman. The closer she gets, the more adrenaline floods through my blood. My nostrils flare as I watch her ass. Stopping at my feet, she doesn’t look up. Julianna was born for this. She’s so in tune with me, her trust almost makes me soften.
But not tonight. No, my jewel needs to learn there are consequences for all decisions. Her choice to get on Rip’s bike is one of them.
“Look at me.” I sit in the chair again, my legs spread, my cock already leaking. She sits back on her heels, eyes focused on my cock, and I smirk.
“Take your panties off now.”
Goose bumps appear on her arms. She stands up, her beautiful long legs wedged in between my legs as I gaze at her.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her.
She shimmies the lace off, letting the panties fall to her feet.
“Fuck.” I stare at her freshly waxed pussy.
“Dolly said you would want it all waxed.” She swallows, looking at me.
“Go to the nightstand and bring me the lube.”
A puff of air escapes her lips as she pants out, “Why?”
“Because it’s what I want.” My voice rings through the room.
I’m so fucking wound up, I need to remind myself to go slow. I let go of my erection—I’ll never last if I don’t. She walks over and slowly opens the drawer.
“Oh God,” she whispers.
I know it’s from seeing my two Glocks and my knife.
“Now, Julianna.”
She grabs the lube and brings it to me. Her chest is flushed with fear and excitement.
“Why are you getting punished?” I demand, needing to know she understands.
“Because I got on Rip’s bike.” She licks her lips. “But I had no idea—”
“You did,” I growl, reaching for her wrist to bring her ass to my lap, my dick almost knowing that it’s all his tonight. I spread her legs with mine and my hand goes to her neck, bringing her back tightly to my chest.