Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
It’s huge.
“Ezekiel,” I say, making a point of using his whole name because I do not need to piss him off any more than I already have. It’s like those dragons inked onto his flesh, the twin beasts, have woken. And they’re due a reckoning.
“Better,” he says, fisting his cock, rubbing the length of it as I stare. I lick my lips because there’s something wrong with me. Because that flutter in my belly? It’s nerves and arousal. Not fear. Not wholly fear, at least. How can I feel what I’m feeling when I look at him? He’s my kidnapper. My captor.
He grips my legs, tugs me to the edge of the bed, making me fall flat on my back. His fingers dig into my thighs, which he keeps spread wide as he steps between them.
“Do you remember which hole I told you I’d take first?”
Panic animates me and I try to kick free of his grasp, and he almost laughs, it’s so easy for him to overpower me. He’s twice my size and so strong. So much stronger than me.
“Please! You can’t! I’ve never…”
“I know you’ve never,” he says, his gaze dropping between my legs. “It makes this so much more interesting.” With one quick, practiced move, he flips me onto my stomach. My feet touch the carpet as he takes both wrists in one of his hands. I crane my neck to look back at him. He nudges my knees wider with his and smacks my ass again.
I yelp. It fucking stings.
But then his fingers move over my pussy, and I freeze when they brush against my clit.
“I think, Blue,” he starts, glancing at me before shifting his gaze back to my ass. “I think I change my mind. A reprieve for you. For tonight.”
I’m not sure what he means. Is he not going to fuck me? A glance at his very hard cock tells me that’s not it.
“I think,” he says, fingers moving, making me rise on tiptoe and press my belly into the bed. “Tonight, I’d like to soak my dick in virgin blood.” He shifts his gaze to mine and holds it.
“I have my period,” I say, stupidly, naïvely thinking that will get me out of what’s coming, not even sure I want to get out of it.
“Oh, well then,” he starts and I almost exhale with relief or disappointment but then he chuckles and glances down once more. I gasp when I feel rather than see what he does next. When he tugs on the string and pulls my tampon out. “What’s a little more blood?”
He drops the tampon on the floor, and, as if to prove his point, he swipes two fingers over my opening and brings them, smeared with blood, to his mouth and licks.
“Oh my God.”
He grins. “I’m not afraid of a little blood, sweetheart. I may even like it.”
“Zeke?” I start and it’s the wrong thing to say.
He spins me onto my back, grips my thighs and pushes my legs so wide, I think they’re going to snap. He leans close toward me, so close I can see the specks of silver and midnight in the gray of his eyes. “What did I say about that?”
“I’m sorry. Ezekiel. I mean Ezekiel.”
“Better.”
“I don’t think,” I start but stop when he bends his head and what he does next so surprises me that the words catch in my throat because he swipes his tongue over my clit before taking it between his teeth.
I suck in a shaky breath, fisting the sheets as I squeeze my eyes shut because I’ve never felt anything like this before. No one has ever done this to me. The softness of his tongue, the rough stubble along his cheek, it all feels I don’t know, I don’t fucking know, and when he closes his lips over that swollen nub and sucks, I moan and arch my back, pressing myself into his face because I want more.
No. I need more.
“Oh… God!”
He lifts his head. “Don’t come just yet, sweetheart,” he says, sucking hard once more before straightening, his lips glistening, wet with me. He grins, steps close enough to nestle his cock between my legs and all I can do is watch him and try to take some control of all these feelings, the sensations as he rubs his length between my folds. He takes my hands and puts them on his shoulders then bends my knees back while I stare up at him, the heat of his body against mine, the firm muscle of his shoulders, his biceps. He reaches one arm beneath me and adjusts my position to better accommodate himself, I guess, and pushes my legs even wider before shifting his gaze down between us.
His cock presses warm and hard at my entrance.
“This is going to hurt,” he says, and before I can even register the meaning of his words, before I can prepare myself, he thrusts inside me.