Pet A Dark Menage Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
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His hand inched its way up to my throat and his fingers wrapped around my neck. He squeezed gently and pulled me back. My breath hitched as he looked at my flushed face, and laughed into it. His thumb rubbed circles into the hollow of my throat, gently cutting off my air supply. I wanted him to take more of it, wanted him to take my breath away.

He made me feel like I was nothing but a set of warm holes for him to pleasure himself with. And he made me fucking like it.

“Open your mouth,” he told me, and I obeyed on instinct, my lips parting in a small O. He groaned at the sight, and his free hand went to the bulge in his pants. “Wider!”

I tried, but it wasn’t enough. His hand went from the hardness between his legs to my mouth and he forced me open just like he had in the closet.

“Stick your fucking tongue out,” he said, and I did. He trapped it between his fingers and held me open like that, like I was some cheap whore. And once again, I loved it.

“So you’re a virgin,” he grinned at me. I gave him an uncomfortable look, stretched for his pleasure and unable to say a word. “Nod or shake your head when I ask you something. Understood, Pet?”

I nodded.

“Have you sucked a cock before?”

I shook my head. It was dark in the car, the streetlights zipping by just a faint glow through the tinted windows, but I was desperate to see more of him. All I could make out of his cock was a hard outline against his leg. Not that I had anything to compare it to.

“Jacked someone off?”

Again, I shook my head.

“Have you touched yourself before?”

I looked away. He moved his hand from my throat and slapped my cheek hard. I stared at him in shock as my cheek burned with the impact. “Nod or shake your head. Don’t be a stupid little bitch.”

I nodded, tears burning behind my eyes.

I should’ve gotten out of the car right then and there, but I was too needy, too fucking wet to make a move.

“Ever made yourself come?”

His voice was low and gravelly, and I shook my head no. It made him chuckle.

“You don’t know how to do it, do you?”

I shook my head no.

“This is why I fucking hate virgins,” he muttered to himself, and I blushed so fiercely I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

He let go of my tongue and I moaned, my jaw sore from being forced open. King reached for my skirt, pushed it up my thighs, then grabbed my ass and pulled me onto his lap with my legs spread. His cock pressed against my belly, so fucking hard and so big I raised a hand to my lips in surprise. He didn’t mention my shock or acknowledge it in any way.

“How old are you?” he asked, his fingers trailing a line down my arm and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Eighteen,” I replied in a small voice, trying to gather some courage. I didn’t know how he’d react to a question, but there was only one way to find out. “How old are you?”

“Forty.” He tipped my chin back, grabbing my neck right below it and turned my head sideways like he was fucking inspecting me. “You look younger.”

“So do you,” I managed to get out, and he laughed again. His cock twitched against my belly and I twisted in his lap, uncomfortable but so damn needy at the same time. “Are you gonna make me come?”

He tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged on it gently, bobbing my head.

“You’re gonna make yourself come,” he told me. “And then I’ll decide if you deserve my cock.”

I felt the heat between my legs, my pussy pulsing with the desperate need to be filled for the first time.

“How?” I asked him nervously, and his eyes burned holes into mine.

“However you want,” he told me.

“Now?”

“No time like the present.”

I glared at him. Why the hell did I have to prove myself to him? He was just some random stranger. Yeah, he was handsome. He looked like a fucking movie star. But was I really going to let him humiliate me just so he could take my virginity?

He rested his palm against my inner thigh and I hissed as his fingers toyed with the hem of my panties.

Yes. Yes, I was going to let him humiliate me. I wanted it.

“Touch me,” I begged him, my voice raspy with need. “Touch me there, please.”

“Touch your sweet little cunt?” he asked me, his fingers lingering uncomfortably close to my pussy. “You want me to tear those soaked panties off?”

He tapped a finger against the fabric and I hissed again.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want me to do. In fucking detail, Pet.”


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