PROLOGUE
“Aaaaah” I screamed as his d**k pounded me and hit places I never knew about.
I reached out down to my p***y and rubbed it furiously, “mmm yeah… come on, f**k me!”
“Eager aren’t you, mama?” he teased drawing me close and then went in again, with slow thrust.
I gave a deep groan trying to fight the intense pleasure, which was already coursing through my whole body, “please f**k me.”
He thrust his entire length rapidly and then pull out until it was only the head inside, then he slammed it all the way back inside and very hard this time around.
“Harder! Faster!” I growled; I was way past redemption. “Please… don’t stop… I’m close.” I begged as I felt my orgasm approaching.
He gave me one last deep stroke and I thrashed loudly on the bed, my orgasm continued for a full minute, then my p***y pulsate around his c**k which brought him to the edge. He let out a deep growl and shot rope after rope of c*m inside me.
I gave out deep breaths as I came down from my orgasm. He brought his face close to mine and let out words that echoed even in my sleep.
“You’re mine”
I was never supposed to matter, just a girl from Minnesota who wanted to only study. But I became his addiction…
When I ran away, he tracked me down so quickly, he didn’t care to explain. He claimed me but I hated him. It’s not every day you get to see your worst nightmare claiming to love you.
But then at first, I wasn’t supposed to catch his eyes and just like any other of his fling, it was supposed to he a one—time thing, at least for me but he wouldn’t let me go and pulled me. He got me tangled in silk sheets and blood-stained secrets.
And somehow, despite everything, I still believed I was he and that-he owned me.
He gave me freedom but still held me tight. He let me see the world but within the confines of his sight, Got jealous when other guys look at me and touched me like my body was his and controlled everything about me.
He wanted more after he had a taste-my mind, my body, my life. He wanted all of me and he took it.
And even when I try to hate him, I could not stop the feelings I had for him—I felt ruined and wanted at the same time.
For his kind of man, girls like me don’t stay long. I was too innocent for his world.
But somehow-that made him want me more.
They warned me about him.
A man who never said the word ‘please’
One who took down empires in a blink of an eye.
A man like Jason Morett
But no one said anything about how it feels to be wanted by one.
He showed me love in different ways and I fell deep for it.
But love isn’t always rosy and full of promises, sometimes it looks like obsession or madness.
I was the girl who tried to escape from this monster but I became HIS FAVORITE SIN
