Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
There was certainly no doubt in my mind who was in control.
It lasted only a few seconds and a lifetime before Luka stepped back. I fell forward onto my hands, gasping and choking in air as I stared at the carpet. I shook with both fear and adrenaline, and everything was buzzing as oxygen poured into my lungs. I’d never felt more alive.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I snapped my head up and found him waiting for me with a strange emotion like concern edging his eyes. It was fleeting, and gone so fast I might have imagined it. We locked gazes in a wordless conversation, at least, it felt like it. He wanted to make sure I could handle what had just happened, which was so different than the aftermath of the bathtub. This was a check-in. A visual evaluation, and it looked like I’d passed.
“Get over here and suck my cock.”
He controlled every part of me, so I followed him without hesitation. It was stunning how quickly I’d surrendered, and how exciting this new feeling was. Giving my trust and control over to this beautiful monster was so very wrong, but . . . shit, I liked it. He quirked his mouth in a smile as I crawled to him and sat back on my heels, readying to complete my task.
He undid the belt from my neck and dumped it to the floor, which announced there was some sort of trust between us. I told myself I was happy about it because it meant I was a step closer to escape, and for no other reason.
Luka’s commands made it easy. I went faster when he ordered me to. I used my hands, and increased my grip as he instructed. I flicked my tongue on the sensitive underside where I knew there were the most nerve endings. When he groaned in satisfaction, pleasure washed over me as well.
“I tried to find you once,” he whispered. “Right after finals, but I was looking in the wrong place.” I paused as I considered his words, but his voice went severe. “Did I tell you to slow down?”
I resumed my steady pace. He’d looked for me? Why did that make me feel warm? He’d told me he wasn’t a nice guy, I reminded myself, and had proven it more than once. I should have been glad he hadn’t found me when I was younger. I’d grown up a lot in the last two years, and although I wasn’t tough, I was stronger now.
“You were the smartest one in the class,” he said. “So I assumed you were a math major, but no one knew you.”
Of course they didn’t. I didn’t make many new friends my sophomore year, and definitely not in my math classes. I wanted to ask why he hadn’t tried harder to find me. Luka’s personality was all type A. He wouldn’t give up easily if he wanted something. But he’d also changed since I’d seen him last, and I wondered if whatever had happened to him might have occurred at that time.
“I would have asked you out, and when I found out you were a virgin, I’d have taken you back to your dorm and fucked your smart brains out.”
My heart skipped at a hurried tempo. This was my fantasy, only in it he’d been patient and sweet. He’d been safe and comfortable and . . . maybe a little boring. I thought I wanted safe and comfortable, but what if I needed this aggressive, dominating version more?
His rapid, uneven breaths told me he was close, and I was anxious to see his release, this time with me being a willing participant. I tightened my grip, twisting it down his length as I slid my mouth up and down on him.
It rolled from his lips, loaded with sin. “You look so goddamn good like this. I’m gonna come in your innocent, little mouth. Would you like that? Huh?” He guided me to bob on him faster. “If I filled you up with my hot cum?”
His obscene words riled, but thrilled. I had no self-restraint. Like a kid who suddenly discovered a room full of toys, I wanted to play with everything, all at once. Now that I had dipped my toe into the dirty pond, I jumped in and was eager to get filthy.
Luka’s chest was heaving. He’d stared at me last night as he’d gone down on me, so I forced myself to do the same in return. His expression was intense and primal. He looked like a man on the edge of madness.
The muscles along his frame hardened. A growl ripped from his chest and he burst on my tongue. Hot, thick liquid pooled in my mouth in spurts, and from above, he rained down filthy words that were moaned as compliments.