Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
The tip of his shaft penetrates me, and I’m grateful that he took the time to prepare me. He’s huge, and the sensation of him filling me up makes me squirm beneath him; I’m not sure if I’m trying to evade him or to get closer.
“I’ve got you,” he promises through gritted teeth. “You can take me. You were made for me.”
He settles deep inside me, and a feral sound rumbles from his chest as he goes still. My inner walls clench around him, struggling to accommodate his cock. He hisses in response, but he holds himself back, allowing me time to adjust.
By the time he withdraws and thrusts back into me gently, there’s no pain.
“Are you alright?’ His voice is guttural, but I understand him.
“Yes,” I moan. “It feels good. You feel so good inside me.”
“Fuck!” His cock jerks. “I’m going to lose it if you keep talking to me like that.”
“Do it,” I challenge. “Lose control. Fuck me.”
He thrusts, and I gasp as my entire body rocks with the force of it.
He goes still again.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Harder. I want to feel all of you.”
His control snaps. He ruts into me, driving deep over and over again. His cockhead rubs against my g-spot, and pleasure gathers at my core. With each thrust, I’m wound tighter.
My pussy contracts around him, and he groans in defeated ecstasy. He pulses inside me as he comes undone.
Power floods my system. This man is weak for me. I did this to him.
He’s mine.
The knowledge sends me flying high, and I scream out my orgasm.
We come together, perfectly in sync.
A perfect match.
24
RAND
Mine. Finally. After all these years.
Karolina is mine.
I should’ve lasted longer. I should’ve given her more pleasure.
But her tight cunt milked my cock, and I couldn’t bear anymore. Losing my virginity to her was more painfully perfect than I ever could’ve imagined.
“That was amazing,” she says on a long exhale before I can worry that I didn’t satisfy her.
“I’m glad.” My voice is strangely hoarse. “I wanted it to be good for you.”
“It was better than good.” She sighs happily.
I take a moment to drink her in: her lithe body is stretched out beneath me, creamy skin flushed and nipples swollen from my bite.
Faint pink rings mar her delicate wrists. She must’ve pulled against the cuffs while I was fucking her.
I quickly unlock them. “Are you hurt?”
“No. I’ve never felt better.”
She reaches up to remove the blindfold, but I capture her hand in mine, stopping her just in time.
“Not yet,” I murmur. “I just want to hold you for a while.”
She relaxes instantly, still in a sweetly submissive headspace. “Okay.”
At some point, I’ll have to get dressed before I give her permission to take it off, but I’m not ready to break contact yet.
I lay on my back and pull her atop me, arranging her body over mine. The weight of her on my chest feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Other than fucking her.
She tucks her head beneath my chin and breathes me in. Her hand roves over me, exploring the contours of my body. My abs flex beneath her slender fingers, the soft sensation almost unbearably tender.
No one has ever touched me like this.
Not even her.
“I love you.”
The truth slips out of me.
She tenses.
Fuck fuck fuck!
I try to stroke her hair with shaking fingers, but she flinches.
Before I can stop her, she rips off the blindfold.
Her lovely green eyes fly wide, and she shoves herself off me. She scoots away, stumbling off the bed in revulsion.
“What…?” She can’t seem to find the words to ask what’s happening.
She’s staring at my body. At her name tattooed over my heart. Her face has been inked into both of my arms, sleeves of her perfect features indelibly etched into my skin.
“Karolina…” My voice is too rough. Too deep.
And my English accent drops away, forgotten in the awful moment.
“Bones?” She barely breathes the name she’s called me for the last four years.
I can’t speak. I don’t know what to say that will erase the betrayal in her eyes.
“Oh, my god,” she groans. She looks like she might be sick.
“All this time? You’ve been…him?” Her accusation shreds me.
“I can explain…”
I reach for her, and she recoils.
“Stay away from me!” Her demand shakes with fear.
“Don’t be afraid,” I beg.
I can’t bear it.
“Don’t follow me,” she chokes out and turns on her heel.
She darts out of the bedroom.
Before I make it off the bed, her shriek pierces my chest, robbing my breath.
She’s running from me screaming.
I storm after her. I can’t let her leave.
I can’t let her go.
Not ever.
When I step into the hall, I stop in my tracks.
A nightmare awaits me.
She didn’t scream in fear of me; a black-clad man holds her from behind, and his knife gleams wickedly at her throat.
I recognize his scarred face instantly, and despite my changed appearance, he seems to recognize me too.