Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“Arsen,” I whisper because I don’t know what else to say. I don’t know how to handle all the things he’s saying to me. I joked about it, yes, but I never, not in a million years, could’ve imagined him actually doing something like that.
For me.
“Woulda pissed a circle around you, if I could,” he goes on, his eyes flashing. “To keep all the motherfuckin’ dogs away.”
“You don’t have to. There’s no one except—”
“It don’t make sense though, do it? You were a Turner,” he accuses in almost an unhinged way.
“I wasn’t a Turner,” I insist. “I’m not a Turner. You know that. I’m—”
His eyes bore into mine then. “And somehow you turned out to be more dangerous than one.”
I’m so confused. I don’t know what he’s saying. And he doesn’t give me time to understand, either, because he goes, “You thought it was over, huh. This mornin’.”
I swallow. “But I didn’t want it to be.”
He clenches his jaw. “You will.”
“What?”
“By the time tonight ends, you’ll wish it was over.”
Fear pierces my chest, and I lose my breath. “What—”
He licks his lips again, and squeezing my throat, he commands, “Take me out.”
“I-I’m sorry?”
Letting go of me, he sits back and for a few seconds, I feel so unmoored without his brutal hands on me. Without his fingers pulling my hair and holding my breaths captive. I watch him widen his thighs, sliding down on the chair so he looks as if he’s draped on it like a king of some sort.
No, a cowboy who owns this ranch. This dark cabin with its dark secrets.
“Unzip me and take my dick out.”
My thighs clench, and I feel another drop of cream sliding out of my pussy. It’s so twisted, everything he makes me feel. Before I met him, I never knew fear could be a turn-on too. Or that discomfort and adrenaline, apprehension, could make your heart race so much that it feels like you’re flying. You’re riding like the wind. You’re riding with him as you watch the world go by in the periphery.
When all I do is stare at him wordlessly, he growls, “Do it or fuck off.”
My hands fly to do his bidding then, all eagerly but haphazardly. And he notices. Even though I’m focused on getting his jeans undone, which I’ll admit I’m totally screwing up, I know he’s watching me. And I know he’s doing it with a challenge in his stare. Arrogance dripping from every inch of his burly cowboy frame.
“Little miss eager, aren’t you,” he taunts, his voice rough.
Blush paints my cheeks. It paints my entire body, and I’m thankful for the meager lighting. Or he’d be able to see me all red and hot and bothered. As it is, I think he can hear it in my breathless voice: “No, just your sweet little wife doing as you say.”
His chest shakes with a gusty breath. “The kind of mood I’m in, it’s gonna serve you well either way.”
“W-what mood?” I ask, finally getting his button undone and moving on to the zipper.
“The kind where my sweet little wife pisses me off and I make her choke on my cock.”
My hands stumble and I look up. “Ch-choke?”
His features are so tight in this moment, tight and brutal. “Choke.”
“But I—”
“And trust me when I say, you wanna choke on it, darlin’.”
I shake my head, fear winning out in this moment. “I don’t.”
“Yeah, you do,” he insists, his eyes flashing. “You want me to choke you. You want me to make you gag.”
“No.”
“Because the more you gag on my big fat dick, the better it’ll be for you.”
“It won’t be.”
“Later.”
My heart thuds. “Later?”
“When I put it in your ass.”
“What?”
His eyes rove over my features, and he leans forward as he says, “You didn’t think I’d make you blow me in a dark cabin and we’d call it a day, did you?”
“I didn’t—”
He keeps studying me like I’m some novel object, his eyes almost fond. “You know, I should be used to it by now.”
“Used to what?”
“How young you are. How innocent. All shiny and bright like the sun, sweet like a flower.” Then, as if to himself, he mutters, “My sweet little wife.”
“Arsen, stop.”
He comes back to me. “Makes me almost wanna leave you alone.”
“No, don’t. I—”
“But I won’t,” he says, putting me at ease. “And blowin’ me right next to the man I almost killed for you is only the beginning.”
Once again, I forgot that there is a man next to us, lying unconscious because Arsen beat him up for me. And again, I don’t find it as revolting as I should. I’m more concerned with what Arsen has planned for me. Which he tells me in very graphic detail.
“First, I’m gonna slide my dick in your mouth,” he begins, as if we’re in a class and he’s teaching me “how to please your husband after you piss him off and make him almost kill someone.” “And fuck your tight little throat. I’m gonna fuck it so long and so hard that you’ll be lubing it up not only with your spit but also with your tears. You’ll gag and drip on my cock. You’ll make a mess. It’ll be hard to breathe for a while but then, you should’ve thought of that when you went lookin’ for trouble tonight, yeah? Anyhow, I know it sounds brutal and mean but as I said, it’ll be good for you. So I want you to gag, all right, I want you to fuckin’ choke and drown my big fat dick in your spit and tears. Because then, I’m gonna turn you around and put you on your hands and knees. Do you know what position that is?”