Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
I let her slide down off the wall slowly.
Baring my teeth, I whirl her around and advance until her cheek is pushed up against the wall and she’s laboring to breathe. Keeping my eye glued to her profile, I yank down the zipper of her sundress and strip it clean off her body, leaving her in nothing but a white thong.
“Do you remember the word we use when you want me to stop?”
“Mussels,” she says tremulously, wetting her lips.
“Good girl,” I praise her, stroking my fingers up into the mane of her hair, closing my grip around a hank of brunette strands and tugging until her face is pointed toward the ceiling. “I’m going to give you a thirty-second head start.”
She whimpers, her breath thinning.
Now, she sounds scared.
My heart doesn’t like that. It recoils up into my throat. But I remind myself she’s not actually afraid of me. No, she wants me to chase her.
She wants my cock by force.
What Vida doesn’t realize is that, since falling in love with her, my fantasy has…shifted. The dark nature of it is still there, beating thickly in my pulse points, but there’s more now.
More that I need to subject her to.
I doubt she’ll see it coming.
This night isn’t going to end the way she thinks it will.
With anticipation thrumming in my neck, wrist, loins, I pull on her hair, her feet stumbling around on the floor in front of me.
“Please, sir, l-let me go. My boss is going to wonder where I am.” She reaches up and tries to disengage my fist from her hair. “Please! You can’t just steal a maid.”
My lord, she doesn’t even need coaching.
“And yet, I did, didn’t I?” I say, my tone already coarse, my balls squeezing in misery, already dying to be empty. Not yet. We have a way to go. Using my grip on Vida’s hair, I tilt her head to the right and rake my teeth up the side of her neck, all too aware I’m leaving marks. “Stole the prettiest little one, too, didn’t I?” I step to the side and deliver a hard spanking to her perky backside, the slap echoing throughout the vestibule, followed by a second. A third. “Go. Run. When I catch you, I breed you. This time, I’m not even bothering to start with a condom.”
Her eyes flash to mine.
Confused at first.
Curious.
And then, miracle of miracles…eager.
SEVENTEEN
Vida
When I catch you, I breed you.
This time, I’m not even bothering to start with a condom.
Those promises play on a loop in my head as I run through an opulent living room and scamper up the stairs in nothing but a thong. My breath comes in shuddering gasps, adrenaline snaking and expanding throughout my body. Enlivening me. Enough silver moonlight pours in through the windows of the townhouse that I can see it is exquisitely decorated.
Huge. Masculine.
Lots of places to hide.
But when I’m found…
Tripp wants to breed me?
Impregnate me? Now?
As an eighteen-year-old girl, I shouldn’t want that. I should want to be focused on my education, as I always have been. Tripp and I only met this week. The idea of getting pregnant by him shouldn’t make me feel like I’m swimming in a lake of fire. The cotton of my panties shouldn’t be so sodden right now, the wet material clinging to my sex as I dash down a corridor, opening doors as quietly as possible, my breathing loud in my ears.
The first time we had sex, I assumed he took off the condom because he got carried away. But he’s being intentional now. Planning ahead of time to come inside me.
I could have said mussels, but I didn’t.
I didn’t.
Because the thought of my intensely sexy and loving boyfriend tracking me down in this house with the express intent to get me pregnant makes my pulse clamor, a sexual high taking over my decision-making process. I can see him on top of me, his body stiffening and straining as he ejaculates, wanting to put a baby in my stomach…and it doesn’t just turn me on.
I’m suddenly untamed.
Wild.
On the stairs, I hear footsteps.
A sob of need wells up inside me, the sound, the expectancy of what’s to come, so large there’s no end or beginning. I stumble left into a room that looks like…a sports room of some kind? Quickly, I close the door behind me and look around. Shelves line the walls, laden with trophies. Medals. Cups. Are these all of Tripp’s accomplishments? A pool table sits in the middle of the room, balls racked, moonlight spilling onto the green felt surface. I move silently to a door on the other side of the room, finding a closet filled with coats.
I get inside and hunker down, knees pulled up to my chest, shivering.
With excitement. With cold. Both. I don’t know, but my skin has never been so sensitive. I’ve never felt such a sharp sense of being as I do right now. Like I could fly if I just willed it.