Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Hiding behind a large oak, I peek out toward Gunner’s direction. The man is utterly sexy as he darts through the woods searching for me. My gaze lands on his brawny, tattooed arms. Intricate patterns and images mesh together to create a masterpiece. I’ve always wanted a tattoo, but the label insisted I never get one. The idea of having a work of art that has importance to me on my skin has always seemed beautiful.
Gunner’s eyes land on mine, and my entire body ignites with desperate need. He stalks toward me, a predator with a singular mission to make his prey submit. His long legs pounce, and he stands a few feet in front of me. I leap out to run, but he lunges and tackles me. My body hits the ground, and his hard ridges and edges land on top. He grabs my wrists in one large hand and pins them above my head.
Gunner’s fingers trail lightly down my neck before he fists my shirt collar. He tears my shirt from my body, revealing my lace bra. Grabbing my left breast, he squeezes. “You have any idea what large tits like this do to a man? All I want to do is sink my teeth into them.”
I moan at the image of his teeth grazing my flesh. The anticipation of pain increases the dampness between my legs.
Gunner laughs, using his knee to spread my legs and pushing it against my clit, coercing a moan from my lips. “Look at you, desperate to be filled by my cock.” He grins as I grind my pussy against him.
I groan in frustration as he moves his knee, putting an end to the sensations on my clit.
“Not so fast, my pretty little whore.”
I scream as I fight his hold. I kick my legs, managing to make contact with my feet to his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Oh, Sparrow, the more you fight, the more I’m going to assume you want me to make it hurt.”
Oh, God. The mouth on this man. I could probably come from him just talking to me. He grips my chin and his fingers dig into my skin, making me wince in the most delicious way. I like the edge of pain, the balance of hate and violence laced in sex. “Aren’t you just a dirty little slut needing Daddy to fill your pretty holes?”
“Yes,” I pant.
Gunner trails kisses between my breasts down to my pubic bone. “I’m going to let go of your arms, and you’re going to lie still. If you move or try to run, I’ll be very upset.” He bites my skin, making me yelp. “And you don’t want to see what I’ll do to you if you piss me off.” His hand moves up my body, and his thumb and index finger flirt with my nipple, pinching gently. “Do you understand?” When I don’t respond as quickly as Gunner likes, he twists my nipples, and I scream. “When I ask you a question, you answer, slut.”
My screams of blissful agony fill the surrounding area, but I refuse to satisfy Gunner by saying what he wants to hear. I want to unleash the most feral version of him. I’ve never been so turned on, my need so palpable, so lost in the scenario that everything that’s fucked up in my life has faded into the background.
Gunner rises and straddles me. His eyes smolder with lust and desire, matching the emotions unlocked in me. He continues the pressure on my nipple while his other hand releases my wrists. For a moment, I’m disappointed, thinking he’s ending the game and my figurative opium rush. But then he grabs my neck and pushes so violently that I gasp for breath.
His eyes lock on my face, and his lips turn up in a pretty smile. “I want you to hit my leg if this is too much.”
My heart blooms at his concern for me, something I’ve rarely experienced. I nod to let him know I understand so he doesn’t have to break the scene.
Chapter 7
Gunner
Sex has always been boring. A methodical rhythm incessantly repeated and anti-climactic, even when I came.
Until eleven years ago, when one of my mother’s former backup singers and I hooked up. She opened up a new world and showed me things I’d never conceived. But not once with her or anyone else did I feel like every nerve ending vibrated when I was inside them. Not until this moment. Not until Cash.
She bats her eyes, a seductive call that fires my soul. Her eyes hold no fear. Ironic, considering that if someone were to walk by, it would look like I was about to violate her in unholy ways.
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask, silently praying she doesn’t say no.
“Yes. I’m sure.”