Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
“He did his fair share of damage, as you can see, but nothing fatal.”
“That’s too bad.”
The look he gives me is only slightly amused. “You would have preferred the bear, huh?”
“I would have preferred ten bears to you.”
Thorin smiles, but it’s not a friendly one. I’ve fooled myself into thinking we were connecting on a human level until he stands from the couch and shoves down his sweats and boxers.
I look away the moment they clear his hips and close my eyes.
I’ve already seen his dick, so it feels silly, but it’s all the rebellion I have left. When he lifts me from the couch, I suck in a breath. Begging won’t help. I know that, but I still hear myself saying, “Please, Thorin. Do we have to do this now? I’m sore.”
“All the more reason to get you used to fucking.” He lays me down on the bear rug, and his gentleness confuses me. When he joins me, I burst into action and flip onto my stomach. I try to crawl away, but Thorin grabs my leg and drags me back.
“Fuck you!” I scream in his face when he succeeds in flipping me onto my back again. “I don’t want to!”
“No?” He forces a hand between my thighs and uses it to palm me. “Then what’s this, Aurelia?” Neither of us speaks as he slowly explores my pussy with the rough pads of his fingers. The friction is perfect and before long my thighs slowly fall open of their own accord. “Tell me why you’re ruining my fucking rug if you don’t want it,” he whispers.
“That’s not…it’s not…”
“Yes?”
“It’s not my fault, Thorin.”
His blue gaze softens and then I feel his thumb stroke my engorged clit like a caress. “No. It’s not, baby. It’s mine.”
“Please don’t this,” I beg with tears in my eyes that will never fall. “This can’t really be the kind of man you are.”
My statement hits its mark, and he snatches his hand away like I struck him. For the length of a single breath, he actually looks like I’d gotten through. “What the fuck do you know about me, huh? You don’t know shit.”
“I know you want to hurt me. I know I never did anything to deserve the way you treat me. I know I don’t want this.”
“Jesus, Aurelia. Why can’t you just shut the fuck up sometimes?” Thorin sits back, rubs his temples, and sighs. Despite his so-called stress, his hard-on never goes away. It stands tall and imposing like a threat. “I don’t want to hurt you. This doesn’t have to be a bad experience for either of us. Just don’t fight me, and it can be good for you too.”
“No.”
Thorin drops his hands and just stares at me.
It’s just like a man to think wanting autonomy over my body makes me unreasonable.
“Yeah, well, you know what I think?” He grabs both of my thighs and forces them apart before climbing between them. I try to buck him off, but he’s too heavy. Thorin has a hand over my mouth before I can scream again, but I do it anyway, right into his palm. “I think you do want it,” he whispers roughly. I scream again behind his palm when he lines up his cock with my pussy. “I think it turns you on telling us no. I think if I fucked this little cunt right now, you’ll scream for me and it won’t be to stop.”
I moan in horror when he presses forward and does exactly that.
Thorin forces his thick cock inside me while I shake my head and scream obscenities.
He doesn’t go slow like Khalil, letting me get used to his length. Thorin plows all the way inside until it should be impossible for him to go any further.
And then he removes his hand from my mouth pushes inside until his balls rest against my ass.
He gets so deep I yelp loud enough to wake the cabin.
Thorin leers down at me as he starts fucking me with short, brutal thrusts. “Does that feel good, wolf?” That is the third time he’s called me that. What happened to songbird? What changed? My head rolls to the side as I moan and wrap my legs around his waist. “Yeah, you want it harder, don’t you? Tell me you love it when I take what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I remind him with my eyes closed. “I hate you.”
Thorin growls, and I tighten around his cock at the animalistic sound. “I hate you too,” he returns without any of the venom. “You drive me fucking insane.”
A moment later, I feel his lips on my shoulder, kissing and sucking and biting as he pounds in and out of me. My fingers slip through his blond hair and hold tight as I lift my shoulders off the rug enough to peer over his and watch the heady vision of his powerful body working and using me.