Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Instead, I say, “I bet you think you’re in charge of me.”
A shit-eating grin blooms on his face. Braken takes another step closer until our bodies are barely touching. Each slight movement makes my skin tingle.
“I am. Who was in charge of your body last time, princess? Who made you drip all over my desk? Tell me, did you go home and fuck yourself thinking of me? Did you make yourself come and scream my name?”
His husky questions go straight to my core and make it throb. Heat races up my spine, but I hold back my answer by biting my lip. He’s right, but I won’t let him know it.
Two can play that game.
“What about you?” I shoot back with a smirk, reaching out to grab his dick through his pants. He’s already half-hard. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I relish the power that surges through my veins. “I wasn’t the only one having fun last time, and it looks like you’re enjoying the show now.”
Braken’s mask slips slightly when I squeeze his cock to emphasize my point. My adrenaline spikes into something hotter, deeper, and more sinister. I want to make him feel the exact same way I did two days ago. I want to push his limits and show him he doesn’t own me completely.
Before he can hit me with some smartass answer, I push him back by the hips. He takes a step back until his ass hits the top of his couch. I hold his gaze as I unbuckle his leather belt, then undo the button and drag down the zipper of his slacks. His cock is fully hard now and twitches when I drag a knuckle over his boxer briefs. A little wet spot on the black fabric makes me smile, because who has the power now?
Braken lifts his hips so I can tug down his pants to his knees, but I don’t do the same with his boxers just yet. His skin is covered in the same sprawling tattoos, and I trace the patterns up his thigh with featherlight touches that make his cock twitch again. Wordlessly, I get down on my knees between his legs, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.
At the first drag of my tongue up his covered shaft, Braken exhales. With the second, he grunts. I do it again and again, until his boxers are damp with my saliva and his precum, and my mouth waters to get a taste.
I inhale as soon as his boxers are down, and I get to see his cock for the first time. This is no longer The Hunt. It’s not dark. He’s not masked. And he’s not aggressively fucking me in the dirt.
Fuck. I knew he was big, but I didn’t know it would look so damn good. Braken’s dick is long and decently girthy with a hook that makes my pussy throb.
No, I need to focus. This is about revenge, not pleasure. I need to make him weak, damnit, even if my body screams to hop on his cock and make us both happy.
I circle my tongue around the tip, and Braken’s exhalation is harsh and makes my core throb. I take the tip of his dick into my mouth and suck a few times until the saltiness of his precum lands on my tongue. The taste makes me moan, bobbing as I take his full length into my mouth. Apparently, that’s not enough for Braken, because his hand rests on the back of my head and forces me down to take even more of him.
Fuck, I should be mad, but it’s so hot.
What I can’t take in my mouth, I instead wrap my hand around the base of his throbbing cock, squeezing as I lick and suck. I let out a small whine every time he thrusts his hips and fills my mouth. Thank God I don’t have a gag reflex, so I take all his length.
But I won’t let him control this—this is his punishment for last time.
I pop off his wet cock and shift down to take his balls into my mouth, my hand pumping in tandem. Braken must not expect it because he curses under his breath, fingers digging harder into my hair. I squeeze his cock in response, dragging my thumb over his slit and smearing his cum. I move my hand faster, sucking on his hard sacks with a smirk. He watches my every move like a hawk, shadowed and full of dark want. It takes everything in me not to rip off my panties and give all to him before I can change my mind.
Instead, I withdraw my hand and take his dick into my mouth again, speeding up my pace. I should tease and make him beg for it, but my mind is hazy with overwhelming lust. My body sings every time he grunts, or whenever his hips jerk into my mouth. I savor the taste of his early cum, nails digging into his thighs to keep them spread as I work him.