Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
He looks down at me, his one good eye seeing more of me than most men ever manage to see me. He keeps me in place and pumps his cock between my lips, ensuring I take the full length of him all the way to the back of my throat.
He fucks my mouth slowly, deeply, and with his eyes locked on mine with so much intensity I can feel my body tingling and reacting just to his expression. I thought I would hate this. I thought it would be nothing but a rough humiliation. But he is being surprisingly tender and completely dominant and I am starting to understand what it feels like to just relax and let him take his pleasure.
“You feel so good,” he says softly as his cock slides out almost all the way, then surges back inside in a long, slow stroke. “You’re making me feel so good, baby. You’re being so good.”
Karl never praises anyone. I’ve seen him being rough, violent, terrible, cruel—awful in myriad ways. It’s mad that this is the time he has felt the most tender and the most loving, forcing me onto my knees and using my mouth.
He starts fucking a little faster, keeping that hand in my hair and ensuring I don’t move out of place as he gets closer and closer to climax. I find my hand sliding down between my thighs, my fingers finding the sensitive little bud of my already fucked pussy and play with myself.
“Yes, touch yourself,” he encourages me. “Suck my cock and rub your greedy little clit.”
I can hear the tension in his voice as he tries to hold back from knotting.
When he can no longer hold his body in check, he pulls free, fists his cock above the swelling knot, and comes on my body, spreading his hot seed across my chest in spurts and ropes of release.
He keeps me there for a few minutes after, just holding me as he catches his breath and comes back to his senses. He drops his head down to mine and kisses me deeply, then stands back up, his mind back online after his orgasm.
“You might have been running this little outfit for a while, but you are not in charge of me, do you understand?”
He growls the words at me, taking my burden with them. My breath hitches, because I don’t dare to hope that he means what he actually says.
“You’re mine, and this fucking forest is mine, and anything else you might ever want is mine,” he says. “So do as you’re damn well told and stop worrying about it.”
“But we need the title to the forest. We need to own the land.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of it.”
“But how? Rainer Katsoff owns all the land around here. And he’s not going to stop cutting. He’s been cutting for months now. The forest is already almost gone. What’s left is…”
He kisses me again, cutting my concerns off. “This sounds like worry,” he says. “And I can promise you, there’s no need to worry anymore, alright? I’m going to take care of it. I promise.”
He’s an asshole, a monster. He’s a brute. He’s so many things no good man could ever be, but I find myself trusting him in spite of all of it.
CHAPTER 6
Karl
This has all gotten complicated. When Ellie asked me to defend her land, I was planning on just killing people. One after the other until they stopped coming. But that was selfish. That was what I would have enjoyed. It’s not what’s going to handle the matter to my mate’s satisfaction. She wants a proper solution. A legal one.
There’s a decent-sized town called Baltair not that far from the forest. It’s pretty obvious that it used to be small. Used to be nothing more than a gas station and a church, but like so many of these rural towns, it’s been seeing a surge of popularity due to the rising cost of living everywhere else in the world. You could buy a house here for twenty grand not that long ago. Now they’re all pushing a hundred, and that’s still a steal compared to the bigger centers and their satellites.
Fuck, I hate that I just had all those thoughts in quick succession. I want to have short, brutal, easy thoughts. I don’t want to spend my days looking at historical property values and thinking about economics and politics. I’ve cultivated a life as a vicious idiot, and I used to be happy that way. Acting as enforcer to my father gave me the outlets I needed for my cruelty. But I can’t be an enforcer to someone who took retirement when he fucked up by messing with the wrong woman.
I try not to think about that either, how humiliating it all was for the man I once admired.