Slayer's Captive 4

She is mine. I can’t control the savage lust inside of me.
 
I bend my toy over the couch. Her soft cries, her needy noises, the sound of her breath catching as I force her over the cushions–they drive me to a need that I’ve never experienced before.
 
Mine.
 
I have to have her. My hands move along her creamy skin. Her perfect hips press against the couch. My hand wraps around her neck and kneads the muscles there. I savor her small gasps as I work my way between her legs, my fingers ripping at the button of my fly. 
 
“Please,” she cries. “Please.”
 
I bend her over the couch and lean in close behind her, right beside her ear. What I say next makes her shiver with fright or desire.
 
“You’re mine now.”
 
 
WARNING: This book is provocative. Read at your own risk.