Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
David grabbed her by the hair as his cock surged in once more.
The orgasm stretched out, prolonged by his dominance, by the way he possessed her. Her scalp prickled with sweet pain, as did her ass, both from the spanking and his thumb buried in her.
When his thrusts became quick and hard, his breathing labored, she braced herself, welcomed the full power of his need as he slammed into her.
David roared in pleasure, releasing her hair to grab her shoulder, fingers digging in so hard she’d probably have bruises.
Small bruises that would mark her as his.
When David collapsed on top of her, Tessa slid her elbows to the side so she was once more lying on the desk. His breath was labored, his head sweaty where it lay on her shoulder.
“Holy shit.” Tessa tried to wiggle out from under him, but his cock and thumb were still inside her.
“No,” he said, the word distinct. “You stay here. I’ll get up when I’m ready.”
Tessa stilled.
“We’re…not done with the scene.” He sounded out of breath but like he knew what he wanted. “How many fingers you could take up your ass, as well as how you handled a spanking, were only two of my many questions.”
Her whole body hummed with pleasure. “Maybe I better see this list.”
“Maybe you better behave,” he murmured.
“And if I don’t want to?” she asked, but she was smiling. She liked to obey this man. Of course, she also like what happened when she misbehaved.
“Well, then I’ll have to spank you again,” he whispered. “But maybe next time it will be your pussy I spank.”
“Oh, god, no more dirty talk. I can’t take it.”
David finally lifted off of her. She groaned as he took his thumb from her ass and his cock slid out of her pussy.
He stripped off the glove then helped her stand, turning her to face him. He cupped her cheeks in his hands.
“Tessa?”
“Yes, Professor?”
“You’re going to take everything I give you.”
She would. She might take it forever.
Chapter Nine
“Baby, I need you to wake up now.”
Tessa yawned and realized someone had turned on the light. The clock beside her read five in the morning. She’d set a timer on her phone for five thirty. She started to tell him they still had thirty minutes, but then she realized they weren’t alone.
“Stay calm, Tessa,” David said.
Fuck. She was caught without her pants on. Without anything on.
“Get out of bed, David, and don’t move too fast. I don’t want to have to shoot the lovely lady,” a deep voice said.
Tessa went tense and made a real threat assessment. The question was how many she could take out before one of them got off a lucky shot. Or a professional shot. The trouble was they were in close quarters and she had zero idea who these people really were because she’d come in with no intel.
No real intel because no one thought the danger would be here on the island. All the intel they had had been about a potential kidnapping before they got to the island.
What if the goal of that kidnapping hadn’t been ransom? What if it had been to force David to do something? What if this had been the plan all along?
“What the hell is going on?” David had pulled on his pants, and despite the terrible circumstances, she still thought he looked hot. Even as he straightened his glasses, she couldn’t help but notice he hadn’t put on a shirt yet, and his chest looked good.
And that was why they were here. They were here because she’d lost her head and made the mistake of not leaving when she’d known damn well they should have. They could have taken shelter somewhere else and then gotten off the island in the morning after the storm had passed. But no. She’d wanted one more night with him. She’d wanted to play with him one last time before she gave him up.
If she’d followed her instincts instead of her pussy, they might be on the mainland now. At the very least they would be huddled up somewhere and she wouldn’t have a gun to her head and utter impotent rage in her belly.
Mateo held the pistol to her head, and she was aware that she was dressed in nothing but a sheet wrapped around her body. She hadn’t had time to grab the semi she’d put in the nightstand drawer.
She should have slept with the sucker in her hand, but then it would have been hard to cuddle with David.
When had she become this girl?
There were five of them in the room, who knew how many outside. She could drop the sheet, kick back and take down Mateo, grab her gun, and kill the guy to her right.
But it left a lot of time for someone to get a shot off David’s way. She was hesitating, and she never did that.