Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Spreading your legs like this, look at this pussy,” I talk to her. “Look how wet you are. Not an hour rescued from a man who abducted and bred you over and over, and you are already craving fresh cum, aren’t you.”
Ella whimpers something in the affirmative and I press inside her as a reward. I give it to her bare and thick. I wanted to take things slowly, but she asked for it and as her hot walls envelop me, I feel as though I have been seduced almost as much as I have seduced her.
I fuck her slowly at first, but this open position and the way she begs me with her eyes, not to mention the way her sweet hot pussy grips me every time I push in, and tries to stop me every time I pull out, leaves me powerless to her feminine charms. I find myself gripping the back of her knees and pounding her sweet little cunt, filling her up over and over again, the taste of her pussy still very much on my lips, and filling my nostrils as I rut her like a wild man possessed.
The sounds of wet sex, my growls, and her plaintive cries fill the room as I ride her hot little cunt to one of the most delicious and satisfying orgasms of my life. She jolts and wriggles on my pumping cock when I dance my thumb over her clit, strumming her into yet another climax to ensure that all my seed is pulled deep inside her.
“God, yes, such a good, sweet girl,” I praise her, leaning down to cup her face and press tender kisses to her lips.
After a moment or two, I slide from her body. My stomach is growling. I am hungry. Ravenous, even.
“We are going to need more pizza,” I announce, standing up. I turn away from her for a moment, fastening my shirt again. My pants are still down, but I don’t want to put my cock away just yet. My erection is yet to entirely disappear.
“I’m sorry,” she says from somewhere behind me. “I’m sure you’re sweet, but I have to do this…”
I feel a light prick in my left buttock. The room starts to swim. I have been sedated enough times to know that is what is happening.
“I made sure to use something that won’t be habit forming,” Ella says as my vision goes blurry and the world swims away from me at a rapid rate, leaving me in the gathering darkness behind my eyes.
Where the fuck did she get that? Did she have it on her the whole time? Did it get slipped to her at some point? Oh, I bet she fucking took it off Leo when she bested him. But then how did she get it past Aiden? And why didn’t she just use it on him?
Questions without answers beset me on all sides as I drop into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER 10
Luke
“Wakey wakey, sunshine.”
I know that fucking voice. I know it even before I open my eyes and join the realm of the living again. It’s the sort of voice that makes you really not want to bother.
I am sitting in a chair in a dark room with one light focused squarely on me. I cannot see anything besides the man in front of me. He has a remarkably smooth face for someone his age. Treatments have removed the lines that would have shown character. Or perhaps they are absent because he never had any to begin with.
The man in front of me is known by many names, but I only know him by one: Bastard Pete.
Bastard Pete got his name because he was born out of wedlock to a prominent member of the royal family. Story goes Bastard Pete was supposed to be murdered and thrown into the ocean, but he was saved at the last moment and put up for adoption.
Ever since, Bastard Pete, or BP for short, has been a fucking plague on the planet. That’s what Mummy and Daddy issues along with infant abandonment trauma looks like, so Aiden says.
“The absolute fuck are you doing?” I ask the question with a relatively calm tone. I’m not tied up, but I do have several weapons pointed at me by shadowy figures, so, same same.
“It’s time you and I had a conversation,” he says.
“I don’t think so. I don’t have anything to say to you.”
“See, here’s the thing about your family,” BP says. “You’re smart, but you’re arrogant. And you think you can do whatever you want to women.”
I snort at that piece of self-righteousness, because I know what BP does to women. He is no friend of the gentler sex, and we both know it.
I hear a soft sobbing in the corner. It’s Ella. As I turn my head toward her, she calls out to me. “I’m sorry! I didn’t have a choice!”