I came for my money. I took her instead.
She’s not the one who stole from me. She’s a pawn caught up in her family’s deadly game.
It doesn’t matter. Her innocence won’t save her from me.
I could just let her return the money, but as I stare down at the beautiful creature stretched out before me like a virgin sacrifice I thank God for every sin that has blackened my cold heart.
Because I’m going to make her beg, scream, and suffer for me.
Then I’m going to make her mine.
Author: Zoe Blake
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 63,000 words
I was a savage. My one driving need was to fuck her into submission. With every driving thrust into her tight heat, my control was slipping. Never in my life had I experienced such a primal need to conquer and tame.
This wasn’t just fucking a beautiful woman.
This was different.
She was different.
Fucking her once, twice, a thousand times would not be enough.
As my blood ran high and fierce, pumping through my veins, spurring me on, I knew it would never be enough. My need was almost overpowering. I wanted to crush her delicate body between my hands till she was small enough to fit in my palm so I could hold her close and never let her go. I would hide her away from the corrupt and dangerous world. I would keep her safe by my side so I could control everything about her.
My own little doll.
I wanted the breath in her lungs to come from my mouth. I wanted her food to come only from my hand. I wanted her eyes to see only me. Her skin would know only my touch.
From this moment forward, she was mine and mine alone.
I would take care of her every need and in time, her belly would grow from my seed. She would be bound to me for life. She would fight me, of course, I would expect no less from her. It was one of the things that drew me to her. What man wouldn’t want to hold fast to a woman not afraid to tell him to go to hell even as her body craved his touch?
I twisted my fist into her hair, tightening my grip, relishing her small cry of pain. Shifting my hand from her hip to her lower back, I held her body down as I pounded into her faster and faster. My balls tightened as tension gnawed at my gut. The pleasure I felt as her pussy clenched down on my hard shaft was surpassed only by the vision of one day soon forcing myself inside her even tighter ass, but that would have to wait until I had gotten her pregnant. Considering how often and thoroughly I planned to fuck her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was carrying my child before the end of my trip.
Focusing on the curve of her back and her soft, ivory skin, I thrust in several more times before I could hold out no longer. “Blyad’! Da! Da! Da!” I spanked her ass with my open palm with every exclamation as my hot come filled her tight hole. Despite the pain coursing up my now sensitive shaft, I could not stop thrusting even after I had come. My semi-hard shaft pushed into her body over and over till every drop had found its way into her body.
Breathing heavily, I finally stopped. I stared down at the angry red handprint on her right ass cheek, knowing that would not be the only mark she bore from our fucking tonight.
I wouldn’t call it lovemaking.
That was too tame, too prosaic of a word for what was between us.
We fucked. And we would fuck again and again.