Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I wonder if she’d feel any different if she knew the truth about my feelings for her, the full totality of them.
“I mean I need to taste you,” I snark fiercely. “I mean I need to lick that hot gorgeous pussy until you can’t take it anymore, until every single part of you is quivering and creaming. That’s what I mean. So be a good girl and get ready to squirt for me.”
Fuck.
She moans and squeezes her legs together, as though the thought of what I’m going to do to her is almost too much to handle, let alone the act itself. She looks over at me with quivering lips.
“But you won’t be angry? That I can’t go any further, I mean.”
“No,” I tell her firmly.
Even if I’m not sure it’s a lie.
Even if I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold myself back once I get started on that curvy virginal body of hers.
That’s the thought that really gets me going, that twists through me and spreads hot possessive hands of pure power.
Virgin, virgin, virgin, the voice howls in my mind, compelling me to deeper and deeper fantasies.
But I need to try and stay calm, to not let myself get carried away.
Otherwise, I’ll bring the whole mess out into the open, and she’ll think I’m insane.
Chapter Nine
Bria
“It isn’t much,” I murmur, waving my hand around the small apartment as anxiety stabs at me.
I was overjoyed with the apartment when I first moved in, pride brimming inside of me when I took in the sight of the simple decorations. I didn’t care about the damp creeping up the walls, the thinness of the windows, or the general bad odor of the place.
I was just happy that I had a place to call mine.
It’s niggled at me, how grateful I am for the bare necessities in life. I almost wept in gratitude at this cruddy apartment.
But I can’t deny it’s better than living at the orphanage.
Braden walks in beside me, towering over me, looking completely out of place in the surroundings. He looks down at me with a stern look, his jaw tight.
When he looks at me like that, I’m not sure whether he’s going to tackle me or kiss me. My womb screams for the latter, screeches for Braden to shove me up against the wall and ignore my concerns from before.
You don’t think you’re ready? He’ll snarl in my ear, and then tear down my pants and drive inside of me before I have a chance to protest.
He’ll fuck me hard, savagely, crashing into me so I can’t even try to form the word no, let alone actually say it.
“Where’s the bedroom?” He places his hand on the small of my back, sending warmth shivering all across my body. “Bria?”
There’s an insistent note in his voice, like a beast growling to be served his meal. It’s a note that says, I am going to fucking savage you if you don’t answer me.
“That door there,” I say, pointing to the one on the left.
It’s not like there are loads of options anyway. There are only two doors, one to the bathroom and one to the bedroom.
“Come on,” he growls, leaning down so his warm breath whispers over my cheek. “I need to taste that fucking pussy. I need to feel you squirting all over my mouth. It’s like this…”
He trails off, cutting away his sentence with a snarl like the animal he’s becoming. He seems even more unhinged than he did in the restroom, everything throbbing and bulging, expanding like he’s going to lose control if I don’t do what he says.
I let out a whimper as he drags me across the room by my arm. He doesn’t squeeze me tightly, but there’s enough strength in his grip to let me know I’m completely under his control, that he could do anything he wanted to me and there’s nothing I could do to stop him, not that I want to stop him.
My sex sends tingles lancing through me at the thought, dancing in celebration.
He shoves the bedroom door open and looks around the small room, with its single bed and bare walls and boxes stacked in the corner. His face drops for a moment, provoking the insane urge in me to rise to my apartment’s defense.
But then his gaze returns to me and fire ignites in his eyes, blazing through him, the tendons in his throat shifting.
“Get. On. The. Bed.”
Without waiting for an answer, he gives me a shove, pushing me back.
I giggle as I fall onto the mattress, bouncing up and down.
His smirk twitches as he looms over me, staring down. “Something funny?”
“This is all so crazy.”
I glance over at the boxes, muttering a silent thanks I left his poster in there and didn’t put it on the wall. Now that would be something to explain.