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)
I roll over onto my back and look up at him. He’s staring down at me with piercing eyes, his jaw muscles flexing as he clenches and unclenches. He looks furious.
“Why?” I rasp the word out. I got some water in me on the way up from trying to scream while I was being rescued or murdered. I don’t know which was happening. I still don’t.
“I could ask the same fucking question,” he says. “Try to take me out, end up totaling my bike and my car?”
“You were going to kill me.”
He shakes his head swiftly, but not really in a way that implies he’s denying it. More in a I cannot believe this shit sort of way.
“I was just going to kill you,” he says. “But now I think I need to teach you a lesson first.”
He whips his belt off, and I ready myself to fight for my life again.
He grabs me up by my sodden jacket and throws me face down over a barrel. One of his palms presses firmly against my lower back, keeping me in place as he lashes the leather of his thick belt across my wet ass.
The snap of the belt is loud and the sensation stings immediately, bursting across my skin in a wash of tingles that don’t stop in my ass, but find the pathways of my nerves and run all the way down to my toes, and out to my fingertips. I buck upward, but his hand moves from my back to the back of my neck.
“Stay fucking still,” he growls at me, lashing the belt against my ass over and over again. “You think there’re no consequences to fighting back? You’re wrong.”
“I should have lay down and died for you? That would have been more convenient?”
“That’s what happens to prey, sweetheart,” he snaps.
I knew the new alpha of New Orleans was a piece of work. There have been tremors of fear passing through the night for a while now. Usually when an old alpha dies or retires, there are ceremonies. There’s a chance for the packs to meet them and to come to terms with the new alpha. That hasn’t happened. The man currently beating the shit out of my ass isn’t cut out for the job. He’s not an alpha. He’s a thug. Worse than a thug. He’s more like an executioner.
I shouldn’t like rough handling. I don’t like cruelty. I should fucking hate him. I do hate him.
But there’s something about being thrown around that’s exciting. Something about someone with the nerve to lay a fucking hand on me and think they’re going to survive. So I don’t fight quite as hard as I could. I let him think I’m just another human girl who wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time and maybe took a lucky shot at his scarred face.
I start to feel excited in ways I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s arousal, and it’s fucked up because I think he still might fucking kill me, even though he’s taking his time about it and he definitely just saved my life.
I hear an animal growl behind me. He reaches around, yanks at the snap of my jeans hard enough to break it, and pulls them down to my thighs as far as they’ll go while wet and tight.
It’s enough, though.
Enough to give him access to the part of me he really wants.
I arch my hips, and I feel the thick rod of his rough, hard cock running along my slit, which is wet for reasons other than the bayou.
I guess I’m going to let him fuck me. I guess there’s not really a choice. The thick head of his cock is already pushing between my lower lips, driving inside me. There’s nothing gentle about the way he’s handling me. He’s not asking me. He’s just using me.
I let out an animal groan as I feel myself stretched wide, my pussy taking him because he’s giving me a rough fucking.
I know what he’s going to do. He’s going to knot in me, and if he does there will be truly no way to escape. I’ll be stuck on his dick, taking his cum, and he’ll be able to kill me without me being able to do anything once that post-orgasm clarity hits and he remembers he’s a merciless fucking murderer.
Neither one of us is going to climax.
Karl
She’s tight. And she’s hot. And she owes me this pussy after taking two of my vehicles. I don’t know what I’m doing or thinking. I’m not really thinking at all. I’m just taking. I’m claiming.
I can feel my knot starting to thicken. She feels it too. I hear her make an animal sound, a sort of growling yowl I didn’t think someone like her could make. And then I feel her move underneath me. Not the soft, curvaceous undulation she can’t help. Something else. Something bigger and darker and much more powerful.