Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Disturb me.
This man is sick.
But apparently, so am I, because each of his words feels like a lick of heat against my most intimate part.
Jude releases my jaw and glides two fingers over my panties. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re soaking wet for me.”
I drop my forehead on the wall, shame and humiliation ripping through me.
He squeezes my aching ass cheek as he slides his finger beneath the seam of my panties. “Do you like how I touch you, Violet? How I’ll use this tight little cunt to get off?”
“Do you have to talk like that—”
My words end on a moan when he thrusts two fingers inside me. My body tightens and, to my horror, I can feel my pussy clenching around him.
“Yes. That’s it.” He spanks me again, and I whimper, tingles erupting over my skin and all my blood rushing to where he’s touching me. “Your cunt is strangling me, sweetheart. God, you’re so tight… How are you going to take my cock if you’re struggling with my fingers, hmm?”
His thumb rubs my clit as he thrusts deeper, rougher, with a rhythm that commands and demands my entire attention.
“Oh God…” I mumble, the pleasure heightening and heightening until I’m panting, vibrating, completely taken in by the beautiful nightmare that is Jude Callahan.
“Shh…” He slaps my ass again, slowing his thrusts. “Don’t rush into it. I need to stretch you out properly so I can stick my cock into this tiny cunt. You’ll take me, won’t you, sweetheart?”
He scissors his fingers inside me and flicks my clit at the same time. A spark of pleasure slithers through me, and my fingers curl against the wall, beads of sweat coating my temples.
Just when I’m about to fall apart, he slows down, his breath scorching hot against my cheek. “Answer me, Violet. You will take me like a very good girl, right?”
“Mmm.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Yes…please…”
“Fuck. I love it when you beg.” He pounds into me. “Ask me to make you come on my fingers.”
“I…”
“Say it, Violet.”
“Please…”
“Full.” Slap. “Sentence.”
“Please let me come.” I’m panting, my stomach tightening and my heart hammering so loud, I think it’ll somehow combust.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
And yet I’m falling with no landing in sight.
“I said.” His hand lands on my ass in three consecutive slaps. “The full sentence.”
“Please let me come on y-your fingers…” I’m sobbing now because the mixture of pleasure and pain is so intense, I can’t see anything past them.
Not the fucked-up situation.
Not the man who’s ripping this part out of me.
Not the fact that I’m begging him to use me.
Not even the darkness.
“That’s a good girl.” His voice drops on the last two words, all but growling in my ear. “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you want to be used.”
I don’t know if it’s that or the way he calls me sweetheart or how he expertly thrusts inside me or even the feel of the sting mixed with pleasure, but I’m falling.
My whole body goes still as the rush of pleasure vibrates through me. I’m trembling against him, my fingers slipping off the wall as the orgasm rips through me.
It’s so intense, my knees buckle, and I would’ve fallen if it weren’t for his grip on my ass holding me upright—and his fingers in my pussy.
“You made a fucking mess, sweetheart.” There’s a dark chuckle to his words as he pulls his fingers out, but before I can die of shame, he flips me around, and the world tilts from beneath my feet.
I gasp as he lifts me up so effortlessly and throws me over his shoulder with my head dangling against his back.
I, a full-grown woman, am on a man’s shoulder.
But it’s not just any man. It’s Jude Callahan.
My stalker. The man who hates me.
The man I tried to avoid but couldn’t.
And in hindsight, I don’t think I ever would’ve.
He pulls down my jeans and panties fully, discarding them somewhere I can’t see, and places a big, rough hand on my sore ass. I rub my thighs together at the sensation because, apparently, my body mistakes this for pleasure.
Because pain comes with blinding pleasure with this man.
It came with an orgasm so powerful, I’m actually a bit dizzy now.
Jude’s steps are wide and controlled, his touch firm and nonnegotiable as he grips me tight.
Almost as if he never wants to let me go.
“W-what are you doing?” I whisper in the dark silence.
“Keeping up with the user manual you wrote.”
“What…?”
I don’t realize we’re in the bedroom until he throws me on the bed and I bounce off the mattress.
“The next step after the ambushing.” He grins, looking devilish. “Devouring.”
There’s a faint light here, and I can see in full detail how Jude lifts his shirt over his head.
I always knew he was muscular, big, and just packed, but actually seeing him half naked is an entirely different beast.