Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to be your anything.” Another lie.
“Tough, my little liar. You can continue this stance, but it will not change anything other than how much your brother suffers.” If she insists on this course, I will make her bend for me.
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt him.” Suddenly the fear returns, and I have my leverage. My feisty virgin doesn’t fear for herself, only for her brother.
I grip her throat, my thumb rubbing along her jawline. “If you behaved for me, and yet here you are, practically spitting vile things at me while looking so deliciously tempting.” Brushing her long dark hair out of the way, I lean in and whisper in her ear, “I want to lick you up and down, my little one. Do you want to be licked until you’re screaming with pleasure?”
“No,” she mutters, but it’s weak, full of innocence and fear.
“Try that again.” I cup her pussy from behind, stroking her slit through the material. “Do you want your pussy licked?”
She nods, breathing labored as she succumbs to the lust that she tries to hide from me. Her resistance is weak and futile because, I will possess her, worship her as my wife and fill her with every drop of my seed.
“Use your words,” I command, flicking her sensitive little cunt.
Chapter Four
Daniella
“Use your words, little one,” he repeats, this time softer than the first command, coaxing me to surrender.
How can I when I can’t think straight? I hate this man and yet, I want him at the same time. My body shakes and throbs at his presence, and my stomach lurches in revulsion when I consider who he is and what he’s done to my family. He’s the enemy, my father’s killer, and yet the words are on my lips as my lust pulls me closer to the dark side.
“Yes,” I utter the word he wants to hear, but from the look in his eyes, I know it’s not enough.
“Yes?” I know what he wants. A twist in my core that radiates through my stomach wants the same as my pussy as it floods my walls, eager for his commands.
“Yes, please.” I can’t believe I’m begging for it.
“That’s a good girl. Fuck, you’re so wet, I can slide my finger right past this cheap fabric and push my way into your little hole that’s so painfully tight,” he grunts against my ear. “So fucking soft. I can’t wait until I breed this little hole. I’m going to watch as I unload every drop of cum into your sweet slit until my baby grows round inside of you.”
His words are like an aphrodisiac that I must fight. He’s not the one I’m meant to be with. He killed the only man who loved me, cared for me, raised me. I can’t let him own me no matter how much my treacherous body demands it. I can’t surrender to him. I won’t give in.
“Oh, but you will, Daniella. You will surrender to me in every…single…way,” he whispers, punctuating the ending as he bites and licks my neck. My body reacts and I shiver down to my bones with need.
Konstantin's phone goes off and he pulls back, releasing his hold on me and foolishly, I miss his touch as if it’s something I’m used to expecting. He pulls it out of his pocket, smiles down at it, and then back at me. Lifting it for me to see, he shows me the screen. “Wife’s Birthday.” He swipes it off, dismissing the notification before tucking it back into his pocket.
“It’s time for your presents.” He scoops me up into his arms and carries me over to the bed. My back hits the mattress, and before I can fight to get off, he’s on top of me. “Nice try, little one. Be a good girl.”
“Never.”
He grins down at me, his dark hair falling just slightly over his forehead and his light grey eyes dark, full of heated lust and humor. “Fine. Be a bad girl, and I’ll bend you over my knee and redden your ass before I take you rough and hard. It’s however you want it. Any way I can get between your thighs will work for me, Daniella.” His mouth crashes down on mine again, sliding his tongue into my mouth as if he owns it, commands it. I push at his chest, but he’s so strong and my attempts are weak.
A gruff chuckle rips from him as he grips my wrists with one of his large hands. He kisses my palms before he grabs his tie and quickly wraps it around them. Struggling to move does no good because his cock is brushing up against my mound at just the right angle and I’m stupidly arousing myself. His thick build from his broad shoulders to his taut chest brush against mine briefly and I want him closer.