Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“You say that as if you know me.” My words shut her up, and I smirk. “Still not ready to tell me your real name?” I keep my eyes on the road. “I know your mother didn’t name you Kitten.”
“I don’t know why it’s any of your business,” she mumbles. “You can let me out right here.”
“This isn’t anywhere near your house.”
“I can walk.”
“In this heat? Don’t be ridiculous,” I say.
If I’m being honest, I’ve actually started to like being around her. I don’t know what it is about her that pulls me into her orbit, but I seem to always find myself near her without even trying. Even when I found her walking along the sidewalk, I’d just been driving around aimlessly, trying to clear my mind. I hadn’t been following her the way she might think I had, but I don’t regret running into her. She’s definitely a beautiful sight for weary eyes.
Neither of us says anything on the ride to her house. She hardly gives me time to bring the car to a complete stop before she undoes her seatbelt and reaches for the door.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I say, grabbing her arm. She glares at me and looks down at where we are connected.
“What are you doing?”
I smile at her. “You don’t think I brought you home for free, did you?” I use my free hand to undo my jeans. “I know you don’t have money to pay me, so you can just use your mouth again. I know you’re so good at that.”
Shame and anger reflect in her gaze. “Let go of me, Tristan.”
“I will when you suck my dick, little kitten.”
“No.”
“Too bad you don’t have a choice,” I say and pull her to me. She fights against me and pushes against my thigh. “The more you fight, the longer it’ll take.”
“I swear I hate you,” she mumbles.
“I’m sure you do, sweetheart,” I taunt. “Now be a good girl and open up.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but I pull her head down, put my cock in it instead and fuck her face. Though she fights me in the beginning, it does nothing but spur me on as I hold her still and thrust my hips up.
“Can’t talk shit with a mouth full of cock, can you?” I moan. “So fucking good, baby.”
She whimpers around my cock, but she finally gets with the fucking program. She starts putting in more effort, using her hand to stroke me as she firmly sucks as much as she can fit into her mouth. People eye my car curiously as her head bobs in my lap, but I can’t be bothered to give a fuck. All I can focus on is the gorgeous woman sucking my cock and how good it feels.
“Just like that, princess,” I moan. I thrust my hips upward, her throat rippling against my cock as she gags. “Such a perfect little slut for me.”
The sound that comes from her is strange, almost a mix of disgust and desire. Pleasure vibrates through my body as my orgasm quickly approaches yet again. My grip in her hair tightens as my breath quickens.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” I moan. She sucks a little harder and strokes my cock a bit faster until I explode in her mouth with a moan that swells in the small space of my car. Tingles from the aftershock skate along my nerve endings as she cleans my cock with her tongue before finally releasing me with a soft pop. Her eyes search my face for approval, but when I don’t say anything, she scowls and pushes away from me.
I watch her as she gets out and all but slams my car door, the window rattling from the impact. For a split second, I almost feel bad. I think back to how jealous I felt to see she was more at ease with Talon earlier than she is with me, but how can I expect her to feel otherwise when I treat her as I do? I probably didn’t have to force her to do anything, but everything in me wants to break her to my will. I want to make her scream, make her beg. I want all of that, but yet I want her to look at me the same way she looks at my brother. I guess I can’t have my cake and eat it, too.
After sitting here for a moment, I consider following her into the building to apologize. And not even just for right now. I’ve probably been more violent than I needed to be, even earlier when the three of us were together. But the longer I sit here, the less appealing the idea is. Everything I’ve done up until now was for a reason, and I can’t let my conscience get the better of me. I still don’t know who this woman is or the threat she poses to me and my brother, so it’s best that I keep her at arm’s length for now.