Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I apply more pressure to my clit as his hand comes down over the plug, gently pulsing against it and sending me right over the edge. “OH FUCK,” I cry out, coming so hard my pussy spasms continuously around his thick, dominating cock.
My eyes clench as my other hand fists his bed sheets. My orgasm is so powerful, I don’t know how to take it. It’s too much, too hard. My high tears through my body, and I feel as though I could explode. Then just when I thought it couldn’t get better, my Romanian savior comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt.
He makes me feel like a fucking goddess. Just the thought of having that delicious cum inside me is doing wicked things to my body.
My high starts to ease, and as he stills, the exhaustion weighs down on me. I close my eyes beneath the blindfold, trying to catch my breath as he gently removes the plug from my ass, all while his cock remains buried deep inside me.
The metal plug clatters against the ground and rolls one step at a time until it hits the bottom. As much as I loved the feel of the plug, I’m more than ready to take a break.
My Romanian Sex God pulls out of me, and my knees flatten out, dropping right onto his mattress with complete, utter exhaustion. I hear as he pulls his pants back on, and not a moment later, he’s reaching across the bed and freeing the blindfold from around my eyes.
I peer back at him, watching as he reaches down and scoops me into his arms, his cum beginning to slowly leak out of me and spread between my thighs. He walks down the stairs, leaving my discarded lingerie scattered across his floor as he steps out of his room.
Walking down the hall, I look up at him, scanning over his chiseled jawline and gazing at the darkness of his eyes, still not used to their intensity. “You’re staring,” he mutters, not meeting my eye.
I cling to him, barely able to keep my head up as the exhaustion weighs me down. “What’s your name?” I whisper into the silence.
His jaw tenses as we reach my room, and he adjusts me in his hold, freeing a hand to reach out and open the door. He walks into the dark room and takes me straight to my bed, laying me down without making eye contact. I quickly realize that my effort to discover this man’s mysterious identity is going to be harder than I ever thought.
“You know,” I say as he pulls my blankets up to my chin. “The next time you fuck me like that, I want to be able to scream your name.”
“Oh, I’ll make you scream,” he tells me, walking back to the door. “But it is not my name that will be on your lips.”
“Dare I ask what it will be?”
He watches me for a breath, his wicked gaze so intense and full of mystery. “I have not yet decided, Sweet Angel,” he says. “Now get your rest. You’ll be needing it.”
And with that, he’s gone, leaving me in the darkness as the memories of being spread out on his bed send me off to sleep with the sweetest lullaby I’ve ever heard.
10
CHIARA
The bed dips beside me, and just as my eyes spring open into the brightness of a new day, a heavy hand presses over my mouth. “Hush now, pretty girl,” a thick Romanian accent murmurs into the room, only it’s not the Romanian accent I’m familiar with. “If you even try to make a single peep, I’ll snap your neck before a sound can even leave your mouth.”
Fear pounds through my chest as I gaze up at a strange man, somewhat similar to the man who claimed me at the auctions, and yet completely different. A brother maybe? A cousin? His face is wider and his eyes somehow seem too close together to be deemed handsome.
He leans right into me, pressing down against my mouth to keep me quiet. His large hand almost covers my nose, making it almost impossible to breathe. There’s an awful stench lingering on his skin that has bile rising in the back of my throat, but when he snatches my blanket with his other hand and tears it off me, the fear turns to a sickening horror.
His dark eyes begin scanning over my naked body, and I immediately curse myself for falling asleep so quickly last night. I should have forced myself to dress. I shouldn’t have let my guard down, but when my Romanian captor was finished with me, the exhaustion quickly took over. Just as he promised, I’d forgotten how the hell I’d come to be here, but now in the wake of a new day, the sex fog has cleared, and I’m all too aware of the dangers around me.