Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I twist in the annoying wraps. “Hot. Get these off me.”
“Right. Sure.” She pulls the wraps free and gathers them in her arms. The moment she does, her hand brushes over my arm and my hips arch of their own accord.
Kim goes still, staring at my lap.
I look down. My cock is explicitly outlined against my trou, the fabric so tight that even the mushroom-shaped head is detailed as it rests against my thigh. I’m fully engorged, and there’s a wet spot on the fabric where my seed has leaked.
And Kim just stares. And stares.
I can feel myself getting harder under her scrutiny. My purring intensifies. “What are you going to do with me, little human?” I ask, my voice husky. The way she’s staring at my cock isn’t horror. It’s something else, something very good.
Curiosity. Astonishment. Shock. I think of my mating partners in the past, how pleased they were with me. Perhaps now Kim is re-thinking that this is a mistake. Now that she has seen everything I can give her, perhaps she has decided that Bethiah made a good choice after all. I arch my hips again, pumping at the air, the flowers making this seem like a really, really good idea.
She blinks. Twice. Then, abruptly, she speeds away, crossing the room. “I have to talk to Bethiah. This is such a mistake.”
I sigh with disappointment. Now I’m even more uncomfortable than before.
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8
KIM
This is turning into a big, big problem. Really big. The size of my lower arm big. I try not to stare at his crotch too much. It’s just…big.
I need to talk to Bethiah. To tell her that she sent me a big horny neighbor instead of a cuddly husband. This isn’t how my plan was supposed to work. I try to call the contact number I have for the bounty hunter, but there’s no answer. I call again. And again. Still nothing. I get the sinking feeling that she’s done with me now that she’s delivered on her job. Except…she’s done it all wrong.
This is a disaster. I look over at the praxiian, and he’s watching me with hooded eyes, that enormous cock pressed against his pants. The damn thing’s so big it needs its own zip code and I can’t stop staring at it.
I mean, really now. Something that big is just obscene. Why on earth is he hard? Does he like being tied up? Or is he just hard because he’s my perverted neighbor and he finally made his way into my living room? Or are praxiians just perverts entirely and this is just how he is?
Either way, it’s very difficult to concentrate when something like that is staring me in the face. Literally.
“You can’t stay here,” I finally say when our eyes meet, because I feel like I have to say something.
“Then free me.” He jerks at the stun-cuffs.
“What? No! I can’t do that.”
He sighs. “I will not hurt you.”
“No, you just want to bang me and steal my land! You can’t hide what your intentions are. You sure can’t hide that.” I gesture at his trouser-monster.
“It will go down if you stop looking at it.” He pauses and then mutters, “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I laugh hysterically. “Maybe?!”
He just shrugs and gives me a penetrating look. “Why am I here, Kim? Why did a kidnapper bring me to you?”
Wait, how does he know my name? I sputter. Has he been spying on me even more than I thought? “That’s—that’s not important!”
“What are you going to do with me?” His hips jerk again.
“Not that!” I can feel my face heat.
“Are you going to turn me over to the authorities?” He eyes me with a catlike gaze. “Because if you do, I will tell them you kidnapped me.”
I gasp in outrage and storm from the room. I shut the door to my bedroom and lean against it, panting. What the hell am I supposed to do now? He’s right—if I take him to the authorities, they’ll know what I was up to. Bethiah won’t answer my calls, and I can’t just let him go. He knows where I live, seeing as how he lives in the next valley over.
Oh my god.
Am I going to have to get rid of him? I press my hands to my temples, trying to think. My thoughts are so frantic that it’s impossible. Am I going to have to murder just to shut him up? This is a nightmare.
I try to call Bethiah again.
And again. Still nothing.
This is pure disaster. It’s too quiet in my living area, and I press my ear to the door, trying to hear my “guest.” He’s silent, so I open the door a crack.
He’s still in the chair, arms cuffed behind him, and his tail flicks at the sight of me. “Why are you kidnapping people?”