Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“The fuck I w—”
His devilish tongue rolling across the scar has me choking on my own damn words. He circles it around every letter, following the pattern, drawing out THIEF once more on my skin while fucking moaning. His fingers curl around my thong, and he slowly tugs it down. Before it’s even hit the floor, his fingers are already coaxing out the wetness between my legs.
Fuck.
“Wet already, little thief?” he groans, vicious excitement on his face.
I bite my lip in order for the moan to stay inside my mouth as he rolls his fingers around my most sensitive area.
“You like being treated like my personal, slutty toy.” He grins. “Admit it.”
“The fuck I will,” I say.
He shoves two fingers inside me, and I gasp, nearly falling over on top of him, steadying myself only on the tips of my toes.
“You’re a thief who deserves nothing less. Every time you dare to talk back to me, I will make you eat your words and moan for me instead.”
He swivels around inside me and presses my G-spot, making me suck in a breath.
How did he find it so quickly?
“Every time you try to hide from me, I will drag you out with my tongue spearing your pussy, do you understand?”
When I don’t answer, he fishes a knife from his pocket and presses it into the scar, making it bleed again.
“Answer me.” He pulls out his fingers, abruptly ending the pleasure.
“Yes,” I reply.
THWACK!
The knife sticks into the wood between my feet, buried all the way to the hilt.
Smiling, he leans in and licks up the droplet of blood, groaning like he’s obsessed. “Little thief … get on your knees.” The words almost come out animalistic, and the mere sound of them forces me to sink right in front of him until my knees hit the floor.
“On the fucking knife.”
“What?” I gasp.
With his hands on my shoulders, he guides me over the hilt. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear me. I know you can.” He eyes my hearing aids. “Now sit. Down.”
He slowly forces my body to lower until the hilt enters me, and I hold my breath.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. That I’m letting him do this to me. That I’m so goddamn wet just from his touch.
Fuck.
“That’s it. Take it all the way.”
It’s cold and hard inside me, yet I’m as wet as can be as I sink deeper.
“I told you I’ll make you love that scar,” he says, moving his hand up to my chin so he can make me look at him. “And you will fucking worship the knife that gave it to you.”
He zips down and pulls out his hard-on right in front of me. I didn’t think I could be any more shocked than I already was … but I was dead wrong.
It’s much longer than Heath’s and riddled with piercings from top to bottom.
“Now open those dirty lips, little thief, and I’ll teach you how to love this Jacob’s ladder right down into fucking hell, too.”
CHAPTER 16
Silas
I bring her lips closer and ram inside, not waiting one second before I sink in deep. I love the look on her face, the absolute hatred seething from her dark, soulful eyes as I bury myself inside her wet throat and claim it as mine too.
“Hate me. Despise me. I don’t fucking care as long as you’re on your knees for me.” I pull back out for a moment. “Now … are you going to tell me why you fucking stole from me?”
She shakes her head.
Of course she wouldn’t tell me. “Guess I’ll have to fuck the words out of your mouth instead.”
I plunge right back in again, leaving no second left wasted.
There is nothing quite like a good punishment session, but definitely nothing like the submission of a girl who would kill me with that same fucking knife.
I know she can feel my obsession with her entering her very fucking bones.
“Are you making that knife nice and wet, slut?” I groan, pushing her down on top of it while I’m still inside of her mouth. She gargles as I pull back and let her breathe for a second.
“Go ahead. Take a breath. I won’t allow a second one before you’ve come.”
“What?!” I dive back in before she can say another word.
“I’m tired of words, twig. That tongue licks better than it talks; now use it,” I growl, deepening my stroke.
“I know you can feel each and every piercing scraping the back of your throat. Do they remind you of your place, little thief?” I grin when she scowls. “That’s it … choke on my cock, slut.” I lick my lips as she struggles with my size. “Bite me, and I’ll make you drink the fucking blood from my cock.”
She struggles to take me, but I still thrust deeper, reaching down between her legs until I feel her wetness. She clenches, but I swat open her legs and flick her clit until her whole body begins to quake.