Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
And he’s touching me now. His fucking hand that’s wrapped around the gun is on my lower stomach, over the shirt, yes, but that doesn’t negate the fact that this fucking piece of shit is touching me.
Putting his revolting hand that’ll be broken on me.
“Did you plan to ram this limp dick inside him after you drugged him?” He speaks against my face, his mask almost pressing against my cheek, but at least his body is at a distance.
Except for the fucking hand, its warmth unbearable.
“So that’s what all this is about?” I force a smile. “You’re jealous I almost fucked Yulian, who’ll never look in your worthless direction?”
He jams his gun against my cock and I grunt, pain erupting through me.
But at least my theory is confirmed. I’d find the information interesting under different circumstances.
Now, I have to bite my tongue to suppress the pain.
Motherfucker has hurt me more in the course of one night than anyone in my entire life.
I’m going to find out who he is and have him killed. I might not do it myself, but he needs to be eliminated for daring to get on my last nerve.
And touching me.
He’s still fucking touching me.
“So you won’t even pretend otherwise?” His voice darkens, deepening. “Oh, well.”
He pulls the gun out and takes a step back.
Is he going to shoot me now—
“On your knees.”
“I’m good. Shoot me while I’m standing.”
“I’m not going to shoot you, little monster. At least, not yet.” He places a hand on my shoulder and shoves me down so hard, my knees meet the ground with a thud and pain rips through my bones.
“What do you think—”
“Shh.” He taps the gun on my mouth. “I don’t want to hear your revolting voice.”
The fuck is wrong with this asshole? My voice is deep, composed, and always gets the girls hot and bothered. I have a beautiful voice. Everyone knows that.
Every. Fucking. One.
So how dare he?
With the gun to my mouth, he unbuckles his belt with his free hand, and I stare in a rare, dumbfounded moment as he pulls out his half-erect cock.
Did this creep get hard by threatening me? Bringing me to my knees?
The veins on the back of his large hand bulge as he fists his cock.
And it’s a big cock. A bit bigger than mine, to my dismay, and I have a pretty monstrous one.
The thing he has in his hand should be castrated eunuch style.
“Don’t just look.” He slaps the side of my mouth with the underside of his cock, his masculine smell invading my nostrils. “Make those revolting lips useful and suck.”
“That’d be a fuck no. Thanks.” I start to get up, but the grip of his gun hits the top of my head and I fall back down.
“I’m sorry. Did it sound like I was asking? Open your fucking mouth so I can use you like a nameless whore.”
My head and knees throb, but I have a high pain tolerance, so physical discomfort has never really fazed me.
It’s what he called me.
A whore.
Me, Gareth fucking Carson, a whore?
This bitch has pushed every limit and will now die. Thanks for coming to my show.
I open my mouth wide. The thought of letting someone use me, let alone a damn fucking man, disgusts me to my core, and it’s hard not to think about throwing up.
It’s physically excruciating to be in this position and allow a cock into my mouth.
But that’s okay because it’ll only last a second.
The man thrusts his dick in my mouth. “I expected more resistance, but you seem eager to suck cock like a dirty little slut.”
I look him in the eye as I clamp my teeth on his girth. I’m about to bite his limp dick off when he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs me back so hard, my neck nearly breaks.
His cock slips out of my mouth as he points the gun beneath my jaw. “Do that again and I’ll fuck your ass raw. And I’ll make sure you bleed before I blow your head off.”
I glare up at him. “Or you can just let me go, and I’ll consider not reporting you for sexual assault.”
He laughs, the sound unhinged. “The same sexual assault you planned for Yulian? The one I actually have evidence for?”
“One I didn’t go through with.”
“But you would’ve if given the chance.”
“Does a wrong cancel a wrong?”
“No.” The motherfucker slaps my mouth with his cock as he digs his fingers into my cheeks—putting his repulsive fingers on me again. “But it sure feels good.”
He forces my mouth open, and I let him. Mostly because his gun is now pointing at the top of my head, and I can’t die and have this prick move along with his life as if nothing happened.
I also will not be fucked in this lifetime. Will never relinquish that type of control to someone else, and certainly not to him, as I’m sure he’ll make it as unpleasant as possible.