Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
“Debatable.” His voice drops to a dangerous rumble. “The thing is, I might not feel emotions the same way everyone else does, but I can understand them in others, oftentimes better than they do. And right now, I can smell your fear mixed with something entirely different. You’re terrified I’ll repeat what happened at the cliff and confiscate your control, but at the same time, you’re buzzing with the possibility, secretly wishing for it.” His fingers curl against my knickers and a whimper escapes me. “You’re soaking wet for it, baby.”
“Don’t touch me,” my voice breaks and I can’t help the shame that coats my words or the tears that fill my eyes.
“You can’t entice a predator with prey and ask him to go hungry.” His fingers glide against my folds, the weight of his hand forcing my thighs apart despite my attempts to close them. “I bet you were also wet when you were choking on my cock with your life hanging on the edge. Did your little cunt throb and demand to be touched, too? I bet it was getting all drenched and achy. I loved your lips with my cock wrapped around them and cum coating them, but maybe I should’ve gone for your pussy, too.” He reaches a finger beneath my underwear and thrusts it deep inside. “I bet these lips would look even better with my cock tearing into them.”
My upper body hunches over, half due to the intrusion and half due to the shame that must be written all over my face.
The combination of his crude words and his dominant touch have triggered a weird part of me. A sensation I’ve never experienced before. It’s even worse than when my state of mind crashes down and dark thoughts swirl in my head.
These are darker but more erotic and damning in nature that it’s impossible to control them.
“You said you wanted me to trust you,” I croak, changing tactics. “This isn’t the way to do it.”
“You said you’ll never trust me, so why should I keep on trying?”
“I…could consider it if you stop, but if you keep taking away my choice, I’ll hate you.”
“You already hate me, so that more or less has no meaning.” A slight smirk curves his lips as he adds another finger and drives deep. “Besides, I did give you a choice. It’s not my fault you picked the high road. You’re already enjoying this, so let go.”
My breath comes out in a shattered exhale as an ache builds between my legs.
And builds.
And builds.
My nerve endings resurrect to life all at once, and no matter how much I try to suppress that need for pleasure, I can’t.
But I also can’t allow him to take this from me. So I hold on to his forearm with all my might and shake my head. “What should I do to get you to stop?”
“I can feel your tight little cunt clenching around my fingers. Do you really want me to stop while you’re on the edge?”
“None of your business. Just let me go.” I’d rather die with sexual frustration than have an orgasm on his hand.
He lifts a shoulder and cuts me a glance. “I’ll consider that if you tell me who the guys are in you guys?”
“My brother and cousin,” I breathe out. “They’re different from the rest of us.”
“Hmm.” His expression doesn’t change, but his hand stops even though his fingers are still deep inside me.
The throbbing heightens and I wince, trying and failing to contain it. My thighs shake and I think I shift forward.
My eyes widen when I realize what I’ve done. I think… I just grinded into his hand.
I hope and wish and pray to every deity under the sun that he missed it.
But who am I kidding?
A wolfish smirk lifts his lips as he plunges in with renewed energy. His thumb circles my clit as he savagely thrusts so deep, I think he’ll really tear me apart.
“You said you…would consider it.”
“I did, and I decided against stopping. Besides, you’re a slut for my fingers, baby.”
I don’t get to pretend or stop this. Even my hands no longer claw into his as the wave crashes into me.
The fact that we’re speeding down a dark road doesn’t even scare me. In fact, it adds to the thrill.
I slap a hand on my mouth to muffle the scream as I break into pieces around his fingers.
I thought about the fall before, a different fall, and I always imagined it to be dangerous.
A terrifying shadow.
This one, though? It’s completely freeing. And I don’t have the energy to hate myself for it.
Not now.
“You said you’d stop,” I repeat in the silent darkness, holding on to the vain belief that I wouldn’t have fallen the way I did.
“No, I didn’t—you assumed that yourself. Not to mention, you were grinding your hips like a horny little whore, so quit the defiance for the sake of defiance.” He removes his fingers from inside me.