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262 pages, Paperback
First published October 9, 2020

.I want to please him, and a thought even more disturbing occurs to me as the time continues to tick past. That if I run, there’s a small chance that I might actually get away. That I’d never see him again. And never experience what a man like Ethan Shaw is capable of doing to a girl like me... He scares me, but he also makes me feel. I can’t remember the last time I felt anything..
.There is no chance of it ever fitting inside me, not a single shred of hope. It’s far too long, not to mention incredibly thick, and just like its master looks intimidatingly angry..
.My cock falls heavily against her back when I pull down the front of my sweatpants. I let it graze the base of her spine, before taking it in my hand and guiding it through the crease of her ass. She tenses up when it skims over her asshole. “Don’t worry, little one, not tonight. But, I do intend to own you entirely,” I warn, and she soon relaxes again. Digging my fingers into her thighs, I spread them apart, then bend my knees, so my cock meets with her entrance. “Ask me,” I snarl, the tip of my cock already dripping. “Ask you what?” she asks with a wicked innocence that provokes my dick even more. “Ask me to fuck you,” I whisper, letting my cock slide forward, teasing between her pussy lips. “Ask me to take you, and to fucking own you, Lysa.” Her eyes close, and for a shattering second, I think she might refuse me. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a fucking rapist. “Okay,” she says, her head nodding bravely. “Not good enough,” I tell her. “I need to hear the words. You know my name, now fucking use it and ask me to fuck you.” Frustration strains my voice. “Ethan, please. I want you to fuck me,” she says, making sure to pronounce every single word perfectly. Placing my palms on the glass beside hers, I press my forehead into the back of her head, and while my cock lines up and hovers against her tight virgin hole, I give myself one more chance to back out. To do the sensible thing and walk away. “Please, Ethan. Own me too,” she begs, her head starting to turn. I push my head harder against the back of hers, keeping her facing forward. Those words just sealed her fate and although I sense I will be the one who feels the punishment, it doesn't stop me slamming my hands over hers and pinning them to the glass. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” Her voice shakes nervously, sounding so sweet that I think hell might open up and drag me inside it. I should kiss her, reassure her, be soft. But I can’t. And, I won’t. “Yeah, little one, it’s going to hurt,” I hiss, at the same time, pushing inside her drenched hole. I force myself through her tight channel. Hear her squeal, and her fingernails scrape at the glass, and I pause, giving her a chance to expand around me. The sensation of her unexplored muscles crushing me between them almost cause me to blow my load. But, I still have to go deeper. “I… I feel so full,” she whispers, her head falling between her arms. Her words are enough to earn her a few more inches, and straightening up my knees I push up and make sure she takes me all the way. Holding myself inside her, I watch her reaction in the window’s reflection. Her mouth open, eyes staring right back at me, icy blue and so sharp I swear they will cut right through the glass they glare through. “Mine,” I whisper into her hair, slowly easing out. She resists, seeming to try and hold me inside her and it almost fucking hurts. I’m about to thrust back inside her, but the needy little creature pushes herself back on to me. Taking me all the way again. It catches me off guard, and I moan at the impact. This is my new favorite place to be, her hungry cunt sucking me up so greedily. I don’t think I can last much longer. My balls are coated with her pleasure, sweat dripping over my torso as our bodies slide against one another’s. And Lysa moans with every thrust I give her. I slam her body onto the glass, gripping at her thighs, and lifting her from her feet, feeding myself into her over and over again. If my cock is what she wants she can feast until her little heart’s content. With her body wedged between me and the glass, my thrusts keeping her up..



What I want to be? Who I want to be? I want to be Ethan Shaw’s hope.”