Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“If you thought I didn’t give a shit about you before, wait until the night is over.” There’s a promise of pain and so much venom in his voice.
He acts like I’m the one who hurt him.
“I’m done with you, Lucas! I’m done doing whatever the hell we’re doing,” I yell, my voice cracking with raw emotion.
“Lie to me again; lie and tell me that the arousal dripping out of your cunt isn’t from me.” He delivers a sharp slap against my left cheek like he’s punishing me. I bite down on the pillow under me to hold back a shout. “You can’t, you fucking can’t, and it’s because I spark something in you. I douse your fire with gasoline. Even if you hate me, I doubt, you still want my cock inside you.” Another slap, harder this time. Blistering pain spreads through me, throbbing in time with my racing pulse.
Like the sinister bastard he is, he slips a finger between my lips, dragging my arousal from my clit to my asshole. Regardless of my feelings at that moment, I can’t help but moan while my body gives me away, my hips lift, and I push back against his finger.
“I knew it was true.” He chuckles like a mad man. “You don’t want this to end. You’re just angry and maybe a little jealous, but you still want my cock deep inside you.”
I don’t say a word, answering instead by kicking my feet at him. I hit what feels like his thigh, and he delivers another slap against my right cheek. The next time I kick, he moves out of the way and spreads my thighs wider before positioning himself between them.
Now I’m trapped, no longer able to kick him and spread wide for his pleasure. He grabs me by the hips and pulls upward, tilting me so my pussy is bare to him. Instead of lapping up my juices, like I anticipated and hoped, he first drags his teeth over where he slapped me. The skin still burns and throbs in the aftermath.
A scream rips from my throat, but because the sensations are so intense, I don’t know what else to do. It’s like I’m so sensitive even the slightest touch is enough to drive me out of my mind. He does it again and again until I’m close to the edge, teetering on it, about to fall over.
Then the bastard flicks my clit.
Only once, with the very tip of his tongue.
I explode, shrieking when the tension hits its height before breaking. It goes on and on, my body spasming, my arousal drips down my thighs, flowing freely, and Lucas laps them up greedily, grunting like an animal once I can finally hear him over my dying moans.
His fingers dig into my skin with bruising force, and his teeth graze my clit, making me feel both pain and pleasure all at once. After teasing my clit for what feels like an eternity, he plunges his tongue deep into my pulsing pussy like he wants to claim every last drop of my orgasm for himself.
I can’t help but respond again, my body betraying my mind. I’m just as greedy for him, just as hungry and desperate and in need of somebody who gets it. Who gets me. If this is the only way we can connect, then maybe it’s enough.
But he’s not thinking of anything like that. Not right now. He’s too busy claiming and owning. And oh, yes, I want him to.
Whatever darkness is in me wants the darkness in him. It calls to him, like the sun and the moon. I thrust back against his tongue, then grind my hips, begging for more without saying a word.
Giving myself to him not because I have to but because it’s all I want. No matter what I say, no matter what I tell myself, this is what’s real.
“You taste so fucking good,” he grunts on withdrawing his tongue, which he then drags up my slit once again to my delight. “This pussy is mine. So fucking juicy and delicious. I could eat it all day long.”
Out of nowhere, he smacks me right in my pussy, right over my clit—each slap is sharp, but when the pain fades, my entire body flushes, the pleasure builds deep in my belly with each slap, and I know I shouldn’t enjoy this. I know I shouldn’t want to beg him for more, but I never want it to stop.
As if he knows this, he unties my wrists and rolls me over onto my back. My entire body is boneless, and it feels like I’ve been hit by a truck. I’m too weak to move at first, unable to even pretend to fight as he pulls up my shirt and bra all at once, taking them both off over my head, then removing my shoes and leggings. He takes a moment to look at me, his gaze is hungry and intense, and I watch through half-lidded eyes, splayed like a starfish, all his to claim.