Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series) by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online Page B

“Beg….Me….To….Fuck…..You….Slave……”
    “I want you to take your cock and brand my insides with it, Akmal.” I looked him dead in the eye when I said it.
    He took the knife between two fingers sailing it through the air and stuck it in the wall. I didn’t know why I found that act to be so seductive—but I did.
    “Hold your legs back for me. You……. fucking……. belong to me……… do it…..”
    I pulled them back bending my knees and exposing my spread open pussy.
    “Such a little whore in my bedroom,” he crooned.
    “I’m not a whore.”
    “You are my little slut and don’t you forget it.”
    He began to push just the head of his cock into me.
    “I need you to fuck me, stop teasing me!”
    “You don’t tell me what to do—e ver!”
    I tried to pry away from him and he slapped my pussy with his open hand sending volts of electricity through me.
    “Please Akmal, I need you. I need you, pleeeeeeeze.”
    He mounted me slowly entering and I could feel my eyes roll back in my head. My head fell to the side as a feral groan escaped my lips; a groan of agonizing need.
    A sadistic grin crossed his face. “I told you that you would beg for me.”
    Any pride that I had was out the window. The man felt so good that all I wanted was to feel him—only Akmal and I existed right now.
    He never took his eyes off me as he spoke. “You’re sleeping in my bed now. I should handcuff your ass to the bed. Don’t ever wear shorts in my house to excite another man.”
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, so good, so good, you feel so good. You make me feel thing s that I have never felt before. You make me want to do things that are dark and forbidden. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I like the vile things that you do to me, Akmal.”
    He opened my legs like a pair of scissors and watched as he pumped in and out of me.
    He twisted viciously at one of my tits and I cried out in pain. Immediately afterwards he began rubbing my clit.
    “Are you going to cum with all of that cock of mine stuffed up in that tight little hole of yours?”
    I could hear gushing between my legs—I was so wet and turned on. I screamed out convulsing so hard that I felt like I would pass out.
    “Oh, that tight little pussy belongs to me. Say it! Fucking tell me that its mine, Lady!”
    “Akmal, I’m yours, I can’t help it. My body betrays me to you, a very dark, dangerous, and calculating man.”
    “That’s it—y ou’re starting to get it.”
    His thrusts became rougher and more savage. Once again an orgasm pulled through the lower part of my abdomen as if it was turning me inside out.
    “Your eyes are crossed you’re so turned on, girl. You better hold those fucking legs back!” he hissed as he changed positions.
    “Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me , Leila!”
    He growled from somewhere deep in his chest cavity as he exploded i n me. We laid there spent—high on each other’s presence—sated and satisfied.
    I was what I had come to term as a woman who was— ‘captive-sated.’ I was completely enthralled with a man who took me at his will. I was enthralled with a man who would stop at nothing to keep me under his control—and I liked it. I was captive-sated…
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Sixteen
    “What are you doing?” Akmal growled.
    “I swear Akmal you sound more like a feral animal than a man at times.”
    “ I like your assessment of me and you would do well to not get on my rabid side.”
    I laughed, “Well I hope that you aren’t rabid or I’m infected.”
    “I’m not satisfied with the way things are between us Leila.”
    I set the computer to the side. “Ok Akmal you have my undivided attention—what’s up?”
    “My cock,” he answered facetiously.
    “What aren’t you satisfied with Akmal?”
    “Marry me, Leila.”
    “I’m not marrying you or anyone else.”
    “The hell you aren’t. You hav e no one else in your corner that isn’t using you. I don’t want anything but