Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“Don’t,” I growl. My body is wound so tight I’m about to burst or vomit from the seasickness. “I can’t think of my cock in your mouth,” I warn her.
Her lying on her back, her head hanging off the edge with her pouty red lips wrapped around my dick and my hands tightening on her neck—pre-cum leaks from my dick just imagining her gagging on it.
She gazes up at me through her dark-painted lashes, and her lips part when she whispers, “Play with me.”
My hand drops between her legs, and I touch her pussy. I run my fingers along her lips, and she’s soaked.
I take a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t.” I try to convince myself that I could ever deny this woman in front of me. She’s every man’s wet dream.
She picks up the lotion, pops the lid, and squeezes some into her hand. Then she gets to her knees at the edge of the bed. “Then stop me,” she tells me.
“I don’t even know your name.” I want to roll my eyes at myself. I’m just trying to come up with reasons as to why I shouldn’t be here with her right now. Like her name fucking matters. It didn’t when I first saw her out on the deck.
“Eve.”
Of course it is. Wasn’t Eve the one who did something forbidden…something about an apple? Fuck, I’ve never wished that I was religious until now. I don’t think that story ended well. She’s the something forbidden that I shouldn’t be touching, but I’m going to anyway.
“What’s yours?” She runs her lotion-covered hand slowly up my shaft, and my hips press forward, wanting more.
“Kash,” I breathe.
She smiles. “Kash, I want to come all over your fingers as you come on me.”
“Goddamn.” We’re going to do this, and there’s no going back.
Fuck the Lords. Fuck my brothers and fuck the dead guy who lies on the floor beside the bed. I did a good deed, and she’s my reward.
Her hand quickens on my cock, and I push her back to lying on the bed. I crawl on top of her, spreading her legs open with mine. My fingers play with her pussy for a second before I slide one in.
Her eyes glass over, and her hand begins to slow on my dick. Removing my finger, I slap her cunt, and she cries out. Blinking, her now focused eyes meet mine. Her legs try to close, but I keep them open with my knees.
“Eyes on me, Eve,” I order.
That man who was just about to rape her wasn’t the first. She’s been used before. I’ve seen this at Carnage. The abused tune their abusers out—dissociate.
I scan her body, looking closely, and notice she has faint scars dotted on her inner thighs and wrists. Has she been beaten, or were they self-inflicted? I’ve seen those abused self-harm due to the trauma they’ve endured.
She also has several small bruises on her upper arms. Fingerprints maybe? Are they fresh from the guy I just stopped from raping her? At first glance out on the deck, she looked thin, but the way her ribs protrude through her skin tells another story. She looks frail—breakable. Possibly from starvation or use of drugs.
I look over her hip and see three short vertical lines—they’re not fresh but they don’t seem old either. I run my finger over them, and she flinches.
“Tell me to stop, Eve.” I drop my hand back to her pussy, loving how red and swollen it is now from when I slapped it. “And I will.”
“No.” She sucks in a deep breath. “Please don’t. I want you to touch me.”
I slide two fingers into her this time, and her green eyes stare into mine. I can see them more clearly. They’re the prettiest green I’ve ever seen. She’s got them enhanced with black liner and mascara that still remains on her cheeks from crying earlier.
“Good girl,” I praise, and she whimpers. Pulling them out, I slide them in again.
Her hand starts to run up and down my shaft on autopilot, and I watch her eyes grow heavy when I add a third finger. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, Eve.”
She arches her neck, and her hips buck when my fingers get rough. “Please…oh, God…” Her hand falls from my dick, and I don’t even care about myself. She’s mesmerizing.
“Look at me, Eve,” I command. “Eyes on mine.”
She swallows and lowers her head, and her pretty green eyes find me once again. “Fuck, you’re goddamn perfect,” I tell her.
Her body rocks back and forth on the bed, and I work a fourth into her. She cries out as I shove them all the way in to my knuckles. “How many can you take, Eve? Hmm? Can you take them all?”
She’s gasping, body wiggling under mine, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.