Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Surprised, I shuffle back toward the cabin, but then my back hits the lowest step, and he has me trapped, kissing his way up as if he needs closeness. “You are mine,” he rasps and licks me through fabric.
“Y-yes. Yours,” I utter, my heartbeat quickening. Dead bodies lie a few feet away, we’re both stained with blood, and I should probably reject his touch, but I’m not reasonable when it comes to Cesar. And it’s not just about his looks, or the way he takes care of me. I feel a spark between us that is irrational, rooted in the fury inside me that only he understands.
I want to be his.
Whatever he is. Whoever he is.
As he glides up the length of my body, he captures both of my wrists and brings them above my head. I shiver, stretching when he drags my chin up with his head, and then presses our mouths together in a shockingly chaste yet exciting kiss. No one before has ever had this kind of effect on me, and I doubt anyone else ever will.
We’re like two sides of the same coin.
“You said however and whenever I want?” he rasps, meeting my gaze.
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate, because it’s my biggest fucking turn-on to be desired like this. I plunged a hammer into a man’s head, and he still wants me. My toes curl as I realize how much I’m into whatever he wants to do to me. I saw him kill four people, and I’m not afraid at all.
I spread my thighs, in a state of complete surrender, and he likes it. I can see it in the raw desire blooming on his features.
“Mine,” he whispers and leans in for a kiss, his hands cradling my head while his tongue goes in deep, penetrating me as if he wants to show me I have no way out. But why would I ever want to run from someone who needs me so desperately?
I rock my body against his, using his knee to tease my growing cock, but I know we will not be making love for hours. Not in the cold mud. Raw sexual energy sparks in the air, and I am more than ready for it.
A gasp tears from my lips when Cesar flips me over, so I now face the porch, my elbows resting one step below it. There are only a couple of steps between us and the warmth of the cabin, but who needs comfort when I can be ravished by this beast of a man, right after he’s saved my life from those strangers.
If this is what he needs now, a fuck after a kill, I’ll give it to him.
I don’t know if it’s a kink, or if I’m just that much of a pleaser, but this is exactly how I want to be treated. He can bring me a cold compress and marshmallows later, but while we’re having sex, there’s nothing I crave more than to be his possession. I’m already hard as I offer myself to him, pushing back my ass and rubbing it against his groin.
Take me, I’m wordlessly saying, use me. I’m your prey, so hunt me down and satisfy your hunger.
He’s quick and to the point about pulling my pants down. The air might be cold, but my face is on fire. We fuck around so much I always have lube on me, so I pass him the packet, panting against the step of the porch.
I’m happy to let him take his satisfaction inside my body, and know he’s that bit more peaceful thanks to me.
He bites my shoulder blade through the top I’m wearing, but while it stings, there’s a flash of pleasure in it too, and I lean into his touch listening to the quick slurp of lube. I know it’ll happen very soon. I will have him inside, and it will burn, and I will love it.
“You need me,” Cesar whispers, teasing my ear with his breath, but then his cock parts my ass cheeks, and I whine, pressing my face to the cold wood.
He’s such a fucking stud. I knew he could break me in half even before I saw him kill four people, but he won’t hurt me. I’m his precious possession. “Yes,” I utter as he makes a quick jab with his hips, pushing his cockhead in.
There’s some pain, but most of all, I feel relief. As if we’ve slotted back together after the horror laid bare in our yard. He grabs my sides with such possessiveness my heart melts a little.
All my life, this is all I’ve wanted. To belong with someone.
“I need you,” I add, unashamed of my desperation, and I spread my legs as wide as the jeans pooled at my knees allow. “Come inside.”
The sound coming from his lips sounds almost like an expression of pain, but I understand, because when he drills his way inside me, embedding his long cock in my hole, I too can’t hold my voice in. My cry is loud, effortless, and I don’t even try to bother stifling it, because anyone who could possibly overhear it lies dead.