Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I had him right where I wanted him, completely crippled under my touch. He gave me everything and was at my mercy, and it was the single best moment of my life. I’ve never felt so beautiful. So desired. Everything else faded away, and all that mattered was us. But now, there’s a shift in the air, and as my chest rises and falls right in front of him, I realize that I was a fool to assume I had any real control here.
This is his game, and I’m just a piece for him to play with as he sees fit. But there’s a thrill in that, an excitement that builds deep in my core, promising that this is about to be the best night of my life. He inches closer to me, his arm locking around my waist and pulling me in hard against his chest, and I feel his rock-hard cock against my stomach.
I’m already addicted to his smell. It’s as though he just stepped straight out of the woods, but I suppose that’s what you get when you live in the North Pole . . . assuming that part of the story is actually true. It seems there’s still so much I don’t actually know about this man. Hell, I don’t even know his name. But the red coat on my armchair, the boots, and the red pants suggest that maybe he’s Santa after all, which leaves me with more questions than I started with, but right now, all that matters is the feel of his arm locked around my waist.
“Your body belongs to me,” he rumbles, a slight accent to his deep tone. “I’m going to take you Mila. I’m going to spread you apart and claim your sweet little cunt over and over until you physically can’t give anymore. Do you understand me? I won’t stop until you beg me to.”
Oh God.
I swallow hard and nod, the anticipation building rapidly in my chest. “I don’t think you understand just what you’re getting yourself into.”
He scoffs as though the idea of not knowing how every second of this is going to pan out is absurd to him, and not a moment later, his hand is on my ass, hauling me up into his strong arms. My legs wrap around his muscled waist as my arm locks around his neck.
My heated gaze remains locked on his, and fuck, he’s absolutely everything I’ve ever thought he’d be. The little dark-haired boy I saw all those years ago is now this dark-haired beast who knows how to make all my sexual fantasies come true. Everything about him is huge. His height, his shoulders, his hands . . . and especially his cock. I could barely fit my mouth around him, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so I did what I could to make it happen, even if it meant sacrificing my throat to the BJ gods.
Every single inch of him is covered with toned muscle. It’s as though he spends every other night of the year chained to his home gym. There’s no doubt about it—this man is absolutely gorgeous. His sharp, stubbled jaw makes the butterflies in the pit of my stomach take flight, but his dark, hooded eyes are so intense that my pussy throbs.
“I have pictured taking you in every way physically possible, Mila. I’ve pictured your lips wrapped around my cock, the taste of your sweet little cunt, and even how far I could stretch your ass, and no matter how wild you are, how intense or good you are, no matter if you bring me to my fucking knees, I will always give you what you need. So trust me when I tell you that I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. It’s you, my sweet, Mila, who doesn’t understand. But it’s okay, I will ease you into it.”
Ease me into it? Oh fuck. Just how hard is he going to fuck me? Don’t tell me he’s one of those guys who’s going to hang me from the ceiling fan and play out his weird, kinky fantasies. I mean, sure, I’ll play along, and he’ll probably make me feel some kind of way, but it’s not really what I’m hoping to get out of tonight. Though something tells me I’m dead wrong on that one. This delicious piece of man meat right here knows exactly what I need and how to get me there. There’s no doubt about it.
“Do your worst,” I murmur, holding his intense stare. “Make me scream, but first, what’s your name? I need to know exactly what name I should be screaming when you make me come.”
A cocky smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, and it makes my heart boom in my chest. He truly is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. “Scream for your god, baby. He’s the only one who can save you now.”