Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Before I know what I am doing, I have hoisted her up in my arms, ripped her clothing off her curvy little body, and I have her wrapped around my cock again. Her weight is nothing to me.
One of my arms is wrapped under her thighs, her other leg is curled around my waist. She is at my mercy entirely, spread lewdly open. I am making savage sounds as I pound her already ravaged pussy with my thick cock. She is locked in on me, her eyes on mine, her mouth open in a near constant moan. She is tender and she is probably sore, but she arches for me anyway because her breeding deprived body needs this.
Another knot. Another deposit of seed right where it needs to be, deep inside her clenching, writhing body. She grinds against me, rutting her clit against my pubic bone as my knot keeps her stretched around me.
These post-orgasmic moments are sacred. I can feel the connection being knit between us, the physical closeness of our bodies, the way the fluids of our intimacy are mingling all goes to create the foundation of the rest of our lives. I wish we could stay like this rather than return to mundane sanity, but we cannot. As my knot softens, I feel the real world returning. I can sense her resistance flooding back. I can see the rebellion and the panic and the what am I doing in her eyes.
I let her slide down my body, already knowing what is about to happen.
“Don’t you go anywhere,” I growl in her ear, patting her ass.
I go and take a shower. I can hear her rustling around next door. She is trying to be quiet, but I have the kind of hearing that can pick up a mouse under a plant a hundred or more feet away.
She’s getting herself together, ready to make an escape.
I listen to it all with a little half-smile on my face. The sexual intimacy we shared was one thing. This is another, maybe even deeper kind, knowing what she is going to do before she does it.
I hear the door close, a little harder than she wanted it to. I hear her curse to herself under her breath. My smile grows wider.
She runs off, as I knew she would, getting into the cab I called for her, which has circled the block several times waiting for her to come out and flag it down. Silly little thing. She really needs me to be the villain in her story. Fortunately for her, I would do anything for her. And, I have to admit, I am quite talented when it comes to villainy.
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Nicky
My heart is pounding throughout the car ride. I am sure I absolutely reek of sex, but if I do the driver has the sense not to say anything about it. It’s a woman, which is nice.
The way that ended was wild. At first I thought he was just going to let me go, then he flipped it, then he somehow let me go anyway. I’m still not sure what to think. I definitely do not know what to feel, besides how tender my ass is where it meets the seat of the car.
We pull up outside the Runaway warehouse and I have a brief moment of not being able to believe he actually let me do this. I’ve run, and he’s let me.
“Thank you,” I say as I realize it’s time to get out of the cab. “How much do I owe…”
My question trails off as the driver smiles at me in the rearview mirror, while zeroing out the meter with one well-manicured finger.
“It’s already been paid for by Mr. Regent,” she says.
“Of course it has,” I say, slinging my door open and practically tumbling out. He knew. He knew the whole fucking time.
I’ve defied Rex, and he’s made it very unsatisfying for me to have done so. I really thought he would have properly insisted on keeping me. I would have freaked the fuck out if he’d done that, of course. I would have called him a monster, and I would have meant it.
Even worse, I miss him.
I miss everything about him. His scent. His presence. The energy I feel when I am around him. Walking back into the office, everyone knows what happened to me. They can smell it. They can sense it.
I don’t say a word, but they all react anyway. There are rounds of cheers and laughs, whooping and general tomfoolery amongst themselves.
“Boss got laid!”
I don’t know who shouted that. One of the guys. I don’t want to know who did it, either. I’m not in the mood to kick some overgrown frat boy’s ass this morning.
“Do none of you have any work to do?” I smile as I ask the question. It’s nice to be back among my people. I can’t imagine what it would be like to inhabit Rex’s world. His apartment is nice, of course.