Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
But every time I think of stopping, I glance over my shoulder and see her again.
The woman who continues to torment my mind.
And it makes me want to keep walking, no matter the cost.
Because every time I glance over my shoulder, there she is … creeping closer every step of the way.
Even though she’s tied to me, her arms are no longer tied down. She could attack me. Try to choke me. Try to punch me so she can run.
But she must know any attempt is futile.
She can never beat me in a fair fight.
And if she even tries to take off the rope, I’ll notice the lack of weight in an instant.
I’m prepared for any shenanigans she might come up with.
Suddenly, her hand touches my shoulder, and I instantly turn around and stop in my tracks. She jumps back, her doe-like eyes widened like a wounded animal looking for help.
“What?”
“N-nothing,” she says.
My eyes narrow. I don’t trust this at all.
Still, I continue walking.
Within seconds, she does it again, but this time I clearly feel something soft, thick, and fleshy pressed up against my back. Her tits.
I spin on my heels and grab her wrist, preventing her from touching me.
“Don’t,” I growl. “Or there will be hell to pay.”
She gulps, visibly shaken by my visceral reaction to her contact.
But this wasn’t just some random touch.
This was gentle. Intentional. Almost … sweet.
And it stirs something inside me that has been lying dormant for so long it’d be unwise to wake it now.
When she doesn’t respond and merely raises her brows at me, it infuriates me. Is she trying to intimidate me? Or is she trying to give me a taste of my own medicine?
Regardless, we can’t waste time on this, so I turn around again and start walking. I try to focus on the path in front of me and the calm of the wind brushing through the forest.
After a few minutes, she inches closer again, and a hand dips down my lower back. Heat ignites within my body, flaring all the way to my cock, and it instantly starts to hurt.
Pain envelops me in anguish, and I roar out loud as I spin on my heels. In my fury, I grab her by the waist and push her down to the ground, pinning her in place with one hand on her wrists and the other around her throat. I’m right on top of her, my knees beside her small body, her shirt nudged up a bit from the fight, exposing her belly button right above where my dick is. My hungry gaze instantly swipes over her body, my length swelling with every passing second to the point that it makes me want to rip off our clothes and devour her.
But the panic in her red eyes makes me stop.
I release her throat, and she coughs.
“I told you not to touch me,” I say, grumbling out loud.
I unleash the rope around her waist and drag her up from the ground along with me, after which I quickly spin her around so her back is against me, where I tie her wrists up so she can’t try that again. All while ignoring the painful flare in my groin.
“Sorry,” she scoffs.
As I tighten the rope around her wrist, her body moves an inch closer to mine, and the excitement stirs the beast lurking within.
Fuck.
I have to get moving fast.
I close my eyes and turn around without responding, dragging her along with me. I cannot let myself lose control like that, but every step hurts because of my cock swelling against my body.
“What … just happened?” she asks after a while. “You promised you wouldn’t … hurt me.”
I ignore her, and for a while, it’s quiet again.
“You flinched when I touched you.”
“I didn’t,” I retort, sighing.
“Yeah, you did. I felt it.”
“No.”
“You looked like you were in pain.”
She just can’t let this go, can she?
I come to an abrupt halt and snarl at her over my shoulder. “Stop.”
She just stares at me, but a dirty smirk spreads across her lips, and I don’t like it one bit. Especially not when those tits of hers are also staring at me, the thin fabric of her shirt barely covering them.
I have to literally fight off my desire.
Stop!
I cannot fucking think about her like that, or I might have to kill her.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
The key to my release is still in the hands of my people. There is no escape. No way out of this except forward.
But fuck me, do I need a break … specifically from her.
As the night begins to fall, I finally find the sweet water brook that I’ve been searching for. We’re still on the right track.
“Water!” She immediately runs toward it and tries to pull me along, which is both annoying and cute. “C’mon.”