Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
The pain fades to nothing when he starts moving, fucking me with an edge that makes me wonder if he will actually strangle me. His stroke is precise, like balancing on the edge of a blade, knowing that one slip will draw blood.
“Mine!” he growls into my ear, squeezing my throat even tighter.
The air in my lungs is cut off, but the pleasure spiraling through me is all the oxygen I need. Julian fucks me like he hates me, and it’s the most exhilarating thing in the world. My toes curl, and my spine stiffens as every bounce on his cock sends me to a new height of pleasure.
I’m close, so fucking close, and then he pulls out. Like a savage, he lifts me and tosses me down onto the bed. I whimper at the loss of his cock inside of me but moan with ecstasy when I feel him move behind me, and his cock slides deep inside of me once more.
“Say it. Say that you’re mine.” I can all but see the cords in his neck tightening, the grip he has on my hips is bruising as he forces his cock inside me over and over again.
When I don’t answer fast enough, he grabs a fist full of hair and tugs my head backward, and somehow, the movement drives his cock deeper inside of me.
He’s all I can feel, smell, and taste.
“Fuckin’ say it. Tell me who owns you. Whose pussy is this? Whose body is this? Say it, Elena. Say it, so I can feel that tight pink pussy quiver around my cock.”
Gritting my teeth, I try to fight off the orgasm, rising up with each penetrating stroke. I try and ignore his hot breath against my skin, his deep, dangerous scent that fills my nostrils with each breath I take, but there is no escaping him. Julian Moretti owns me. He owns my body, my heart, my mind, and my soul.
“Come on, baby, say it, so I can let you come…” His teeth nip my ear hard, and I tighten around his cock. “Yes, just like that. Tell me who owns you. Otherwise, I’m going to pull out and come down your throat.”
The idea of not coming is deterring enough and is the last push I need to admit that I’m completely taken by this man.
“You. It’s you. You own me,” I cry into the demolished room with my head tipped back, my neck aching, and my fingers clawing at the sheets. A moment later, Julian releases his grip on my hair. His hands find my hips, and he fucks me right into the mattress. I grab onto the sheets to keep myself in place as the headboard crashes against the wall over and over again.
Crumbling, my orgasm slams into me fiercely, stealing the breath from my lungs. My eyes drift closed, and all I can hear is the thundering beat of my own heart. As the pleasure washes away, I find Julian is still fucking me. He continues owning me, forcing me to orgasm three more times before he allows himself to come, painting the inside of my womb with his warm release.
Sagging against me, I feel his sweat-slicked skin against mine, and a warm sensation works its way through my limbs. In his arms, nothing in the world can reach me. He is my protector, and my savior.
For a short time, we both lie there, trying to catch our breath. Rolling off me, he falls onto the mattress beside me but then drags me over his body. He makes me lie on top of him, my head resting on his chest as he draws circles against the small of my back. All the anger that was consuming him an hour ago has vanished now.
“I wasn’t trying to run away. Clyde was trying to hurt Marie. He had her pinned against the counter with his hand up her dress. He was going to rape her if I didn’t stop him,” I whisper, turning my face to rest my cheek against the mattress on the other side, so I can see his face. “I didn’t think. All I did was react, and when I saw him dead on the floor and Marie started crying, saying you would kill her. I knew she was right. I had to get her off the island.”
“Do you think that low of me? That I would kill her for saying no to one of my guards?”
Do I? He isn’t all that fond of Marie, and his men are above the maids and cooks.
He sighs. “I can tell by the look on your face that you believe I would’ve killed her.”
“I’m sorry. You don’t exactly like Marie, and I was afraid for her. I wasn’t leaving you. I swear. I want to be here with you.”