Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
I lean against the car behind me, letting my body fall into a neutral stance by crossing my legs at the ankles. Either that or I’ll drag her with me by my hand around her throat.
A throat that’s no longer red and purple with the evidence of my teeth. It’s pale, translucent, crowded with veins and arteries peeking through the skin. Cecily watches my every move, that delicate throat working up and down with a swallow.
Note to self: mark it again.
I glide my forefinger against my thigh, back and forth in a controlled rhythm. “You are coming with me. Whether you do it nicely or after I resort to unpleasant methods is up to you.”
Her eyes darken further, muscles stiffening, and a halo of tension envelops her body.
She clicks on her key, the sound of the unlocking car echoing around us, but Cecily doesn’t break eye contact as she reaches behind her to open the door.
Hmm.
She’s smart enough to not give me her back again or put herself in a vulnerable position that I could and would make use of.
I knew I liked how fast she catches on. She’s so intelligent and careful, too careful sometimes, that I barely resist laughing at how far she’s backing herself in a corner.
None of her guarded behavior will make a difference, but I like that she tries.
I like it too much.
“Don’t.”
She freezes at my single word, her inquisitive gaze watching me again, imploring, taking every bit of me into her subconscious.
“I’m going home,” she announces with a lifted chin. She even sounds confident. I’ll give her that.
“No, you’re not.”
She does a spectacular job of breathing in and out in a regular rhythm. Cecily isn’t the type who’s prone to dramatics and she always thinks her actions and words through before unleashing them on the world.
Carefully.
Assertively.
Except for where it matters the most—her sexuality. She’s still too new to that side of her and too concerned about the outside world.
“What do you want from me, Jeremy?”
“I’ll let you know that if you come with me.”
“I’m not playing your games anymore.”
“Games? Is that what you call what happened between us? A game? I like it, though I prefer calling it a hunt. Tell me, Cecily, did you go on the club’s website again? Did you ask to be chased?”
She didn’t and even terminated her membership in the club the night after I fucked her like an animal.
A fact that surprised me, considering the ‘calling Landon’s name’ incident. I was so sure she’d throw herself into his arms now that she’s had a taste of her kink.
“So what if I did?” She lifts her chin. “I don’t see why that’s any of your business.”
“Do you mean to tell me that you had some random man chase you, strip you, tear through your cunt, and make you scream?”
Despite the night, her face glows a deep shade of red and she rubs the side of her nose once, twice, before she realizes what she’s doing and forces her hand down.
“You get so flustered by any talk that’s sexual in nature, and you want me to believe you allowed someone else to have you?”
“Whether I do that or not shouldn’t concern you.” She releases a deep breath, more resigned than frustrated. “Leave me alone, Jeremy. You already got what you wanted.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of my cock plowing into your tight little cunt. You came from it, twice, and fell apart asking for more.” I step toward her and she glues herself to the side of her car. “You’re so confident and innocent, but you’re not naive, Lisichka. I know what goes on in your head, what you think about when you touch yourself beneath the sheets while hiding from the world. You dream of behind chased.” My fingers wrap around her throat and I stroke the thumping pulse point. “You dream of having your will taken and your body ravaged. You want someone to dirty you the fuck up while you scream and beg and come.”
The shiver that skates through her small frame rushes all the way to my cock. Ah, fuck. Now I need inside her like I need air.
“S-shut up.” Her lips tremble in sync with the rest of her body.
I tighten my grip on her throat. “You’ll need to stop lying to yourself or hiding your true nature. I already saw you naked, touched every part of your body, felt your muscles quivering against me, and your cunt milking my cock. I drew your blood and feasted on it. I know your tendencies and what makes you come faster, what gets you on a high, and what turns you on. So do not fucking hide.”
She shakes her head back and forth as if convincing herself of what her righteous, politically correct brain is dictating.