Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
But I can’t let him do this to me. I can’t.
The pressure building inside of me is stronger, different than it was before. Once I go over this edge, I know I’ll never come back.
“Come, goddammit,” he snarls with determination, and I feel his hand release my hip.
Then that hand is there, between us.
Playing with my clit.
“Beth, goddammit. Beth. Come for me, baby,” he groans, sounding nearly desperate, and then suddenly I’m there.
I lock up around him and the pleasure that rocks through me isn’t warm, liquid waves of bliss.
No, it’s a fucking typhoon.
“Fuck,” I hear him roar out as my pussy clamps down on his cock.
Squeezing him.
I cling to him as the pleasure threatens to tear me away and destroy me with its force.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he repeats over and over, and vaguely I’m aware of him filling me up.
Pumping me full of something hot.
My orgasm goes on and on, and for a moment I fear it will never let me go.
But then Johnathan is there, pulling me closer as he gently rocks inside me.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes me as I finally start to come down. “Take all you want.”
His hand brushes back my hair tenderly, and I realize my pussy is still milking his cock.
Suddenly, a little aftershock rolls through me, leaving me jerking and twitching before I can finally still.
I slump in his arms, breathless and dazed.
“Good girl,” Johnathan grins as he slides out of me and nuzzles his nose against my nose.
Despite the little jolt of pleasure coursing up my spine, I have the sudden, overwhelming urge to punch him in the throat.
Good girl? Seriously?
He chuckles as I stiffen, and then rolls over onto his back, taking me with him. He tries to squeeze me up against his side but I start to fight back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice an amused rumble.
“Home,” I croak out.
I just let this guy utterly destroy me and I’ve suddenly realized there’s more to be afraid of than having sex.
My throat feels raw and I don’t know why at first. Then my cheeks ignite into flames as I realize I must have done a lot of moaning and screaming.
“Nah,” Johnathan says easily as his arm locks up around me. He drags me closer, against my will, and presses me against his hairy chest. “I think I’ll keep you right here.”
“Keep me?” I repeat a little incredulously and try to push up, off his chest, only to have him push me back down.
“Yeah, keep you,” he says looking down at me. Something flickers in his eyes and I feel frozen as my worse fear suddenly comes true. “Have you forgotten already? I bought you, Beth. I fucking own you.”
12
Johnathan
Normally, when I wake up next to a warm female body, my thoughts are pretty precise—why the fuck is she still hanging around?
Now those thoughts aren’t there, and if I hadn’t solidified my ownership of Beth last night, I would still be feeling contentment with having her here.
Fuck, that’s not good.
I was only joking to myself when I thought I could let her go after a couple of good fucks in the sack. Not now.
No, not now.
She’s fucking mine. I bought her and I sure as fuck intend to keep her.
Last night, my racing mind went through all the implications of those thoughts.
Lying next to her kept me from falling asleep. Even when her breathing went slow and deep, her body did this jerking thing a couple times, and I have no doubt it’s because she was dreaming of her past few days.
Those dreams of hers are what kept me up.
The thought that she had to go through something like that. The knowledge that she’s far from safe right now and she’s blissfully unaware, it’s going to be a fucking issue.
I can feel it.
She doesn’t have the real world awareness to understand that us ‘rescuing’ her from the Russians was only the beginning of a shit storm.
Beth’s old life is gone. One fucking night of fun and its fucking gone. Fate? Karma? Bad decisions? None of that fucking matters.
It is what it is.
She didn’t do anything wrong, she made no bad choices. If anything, she should still be locked up in the ivory tower her father left her in.
I’ve read the files on her life, I know the tyrannical rule of her father.
She’s been fucked from day one of her life. And now she’s even more fucked.
Well, fucked by me, and just fucked in general.
She can’t go back to her old life, that’s going to be impossible. It will not work or happen. The moment the Russians spot her at her father’s side, she’s dead. She knows too much, has seen too many faces.
I don’t give two fucks about Lucifer’s plans, she won’t be his fucking tool.
The vibrating on my nightstand sounds harsh in the deadly quiet house. Pulling my arm from under Beth’s head, I snatch the phone from the table and stand up.