Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“No,” I lie.
He winces, clearly not believing me, and he shouldn’t because I’m learning I’m a liar, even to myself.
“Then what were you cleaning out for?”
“In case you tried to violate me again.”
He laughs. “Is that what you want? To be violated?”
Yes. Don’t make me beg. But I can’t speak the words.
I notice his cock filling out, and he pushes to his feet. There’s something sadistic in his gaze, like that rage from what he encountered earlier tonight, but now set on me. He moves toward me slowly, and I back up to the glass of the walk-in shower.
Placing his hand on my neck, he cups it firmly as he studies my lips like he’s about to take them. Given how good they’ve felt on the rest of my body, I can only imagine how they’d feel crushing down against mine, and when he jerks me toward him, I’m all anticipation before he stops short, leaving me in suspense.
“What is this thing between us, Log?” he breathes.
“I’m not sure.”
With his free hand, he grabs my crotch, feeling the erection through the denim. He strokes me, and I arch my back, my ass cheeks flinching at the thought of him taking me, dominating me the way he did after our date.
He moves close, until his lips are near my ear, whispering, “You have no idea how much I want to fuck that ass again, but I’m scared of what I might do in this mood. There’s so much anger, so much hate in me. I just want to fuck your brains out, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
A part of me doesn’t fear getting hurt, but another is scared of what he might do, especially after the day he had.
He steps away, releasing my crotch and neck, taking a measured breath. He starts toward the bedroom, leaving me reeling in the powerful emotions he elicited, the way he stimulated my nerves so effortlessly.
A pulse of anger moves through me as I follow him into the bedroom. “You think I’m so easy to hurt?”
“I never said that,” he assures me, turning back to me.
I wish I could say I didn’t feel hurt by the rejection, but I know better. “Fine. Then I guess this immaculate, tight ass will spend the night all alone.” I’m careful with my wording, locking eyes with him to remind him of what he’d be missing out on.
“You trying to manipulate me into fucking you?”
“Depends. Is it working?”
His gaze narrows.
“You continue to underestimate me, Killian.”
“I don’t underestimate you anymore, Log.”
“Prove it.”
He shows teeth, then grinds them tight, clenching his fists as he tries to contain the powerful force he’s so worried about unleashing on me.
I’m afraid. I’m poking the bear—no, a damned gargoyle—not really knowing the extent of what lies within him, yet between how worked up I am and my desire to soothe him, it’s too much for me. And I feel that whatever may come is worth the price of finding out.
“If you’re scared of hurting me,” I say, “you should let me fuck you.”
I notice his cock’s still growing.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask.
“I don’t bottom.”
“Who said anything about you bottoming?”
His expression twists up in apparent confusion.
“Lie down,” I order him, and his nostrils flare, like some part of him can’t bear being told what to do. The part Old Terror taught to always maintain control, same as my dad did with me. “I said lie the fuck down.”
“Is wifey trying to prey upon me while I’m weak?”
“Do it,” I demand. It’s my turn to be in charge.
My hands tremble, some part of me fearing that trying to order a Lorde around could only lead to me getting hurt, but he settles on the bed, relaxing his head against a pillow.
I kick off my shoes and strip down, tossing a condom and bottle of lube on the bed beside him.
There’s hunger in his eyes. “You really did need a cock in your ass tonight, didn’t you?”
He has no idea, especially after how worried I was about him. And as much as I told myself it was about my family’s safety, it’s more than that. As much of a dick as he can be, he’s someone I understand…at least in some ways, as the eldest. As the one responsible for my family’s care.
I remove my boxers, sporting a stiff erection, watching as his cock continues to firm up for me. I crawl onto the bed, facing his cock again, and he stares at me, clearly intrigued as I get a taste of his flesh again.
It’s like my tongue has been waiting so long to reunite with his cock, the energy shooting in spurts throughout me. His moan is a song as I lap up his freshly cleaned flesh before sticking him in my mouth, quickly tasting that familiar flavor of precum. It spreads through my mouth before I swallow, reminding me of how hot it was that first time I experienced the taste.