Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I take out an alcohol wipe, and she wrinkles her nose at the smell of the antiseptic, her dark eyes watching my every move as I clean up the cut on her face. Maybe it’s instinct or something else, but she allows me to clean and bandage the wound, which makes me believe she’s not entirely repulsed by my presence. When I kneel down in front of her, she moves her legs like she wants to kick me, but I trap her knees together and swat at the back of her thighs. "Don't do something you’ll regret."
She sniffs. "That’s rich. You can do whatever you want to me, but I can't do anything to you?"
"No one said that. You can try to do whatever you want to me. The rules are the same for you as they are for me, but let me make it very clear. It doesn’t matter what you do to me. Nothing short of fucking death is going to stop me from taking what is mine.”
Almost like she’s given up completely, she slumps to the ground. I reach down and lift her under the arms, holding her tightly against me. The way her body feels, how it molds to mine… Fuck. I’ve been with a lot of women but never felt such an intoxicating pull toward any of them. When she notices my straining erection against her thigh, she starts to fight again, but I tighten my grasp on her.
"Nope, not happening. You feel that? This little chase you've led me on has me so hard, I can't even think straight."
She lets out a tiny whimper. "I didn't do anything."
"You..." I run my hand down to her hip and slide my hand up her dress to feel her bare skin. Goose bumps pebble her flesh, that is, until I slide my hands between her thighs and cup her sex hard over her panties. Another whimper escapes her, and I love that sound coming from her lips.
"Tell me, flower, will you scream for me?"
She lets out a blood-curdling scream, and like thunder bolting across the sky, the energy inside me becomes electricity. "You’re such a good girl, flower. Obeying my rules and doing exactly what I want, but I’m not surprised. I get the feeling you always follow the rules."
"Shut up, and stop touching me!”
I lap at the beads of sweat trickling down the side of her neck. "I can do whatever I want to you. You agreed to that when you entered these woods. Now, I'm just taking what already belongs to me. It’s not my fault you haven't realized it yet."
“I didn’t agree to anything!” she growls, and I dig my teeth in where I licked her a moment ago. Another squeal erupts from her tender throat.
"Careful, love. I want to hear your screams later, so don't wear your voice out yet."
She swallows hard, and I can feel it against my mouth. The urge to bite down harder beats at me, but I don't give in, not yet. There is so much more I want out of her.
I carry her to a large log and set her down. "Relax for a second. Let me take care of you and make sure you haven’t beaten yourself up too much."
She reels back. "Why?"
"Despite what you think of me so far, I want your pleasure as much as your pain. I plan to get it from you in any way I can...whether you want it or not. Wanting it makes this easier, but I’m always up for a fight where I have to take it, too.”
Her throat bobs, and she wraps her arms around her middle like that will save her from me. I shove her knees apart, and she tries to pull them back together, earning her another swat on the side of her thigh. "No, flower. If I move you, you stay where I put you, or you'll regret it when I move you into a position far worse."
Tears well in her crystal green eyes and slip through the dirt on her cheeks. Slowly, so slowly that I almost lose my patience and rip her legs apart myself, she widens her thighs for me.
Ducking my head, I run my hands up the smooth skin and press my thumbs along the line of her muscle to the edge of her panties.
"Very good, flower. You're a quick learner. I like that."
"I hate you." The words vibrate out of her.
Mmm. "Tell me more. I want to hear you scream how much you hate it when I'm inside you."
Her eyes go comically wide behind her glasses. "You...you..."
"I what?"
"You plan to..."
"Fuck you into the ground until you scream on several different levels? Yes, that's exactly what I have planned." I look at her scraped-up and bloody knees. "But first, I need to get you cleaned up. I don’t want to risk you getting an infection and dying. You can’t be a willing… or should I say, unwilling participant if you aren’t alive.”