Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Her face looks full of pain, eyes squished tight, lips forming a letter O as she loses it, body convulsing under me, around me.
Yeah, she’s coming hard.
“Let me have your sounds, baby,” I demand, letting go of her hands and putting my palm to her throat, closing around it just a little. “I want your mouth, too.”
Her eyes bolt open and I get to watch as she climbs to another level of sensation.
I’d laugh, revel in it, but I’m too lost to my own sensations, feeling the sweet heat clenching me tight. I lose it, too, lips crashing down on hers as my cock jerks and I spill into her. I spill into her sweet body knowing to my bones that this is the girl I want, knowing I won’t ever let her go. That I’ll do whatever I can to get her where she realizes she doesn’t want me to let her go.
She lets out a squeaky muffled sound as she comes down from the high and our teeth clash briefly before my tongue sweeps in and touches hers.
She whimpers into my mouth. Hard. Musically.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, letting go of her throat to palm both her tits while kissing her some more.
She feels boneless under me, but also breathless. She came hard. And so did I.
“But no more deceit. I promise, baby.”
I wrap both arms around her and roll to my side, taking her with me. She buries her face in my throat and begins to cry.
“I want you to want me, Chloe,” I say, “To crave me. I want you to want me so much, you ache for me. And guess what? I’m going keep at you until I make it happen. Be my good girl and hold me tight while you cry so I can make you feel better.”
She shudders.
“Now,” I demand.
She grabs my shoulders and buries her face into me.
“That’s it. Just like that. I’ve got you.” Satisfaction rolls through my veins, but she changes her mind and pulls back.
And I’m irritated. I want her. I want her to want me back. I breathe through the frustration. I won’t get angry. I’ll just work harder.
Foiled into an orgasm once again. And the look of satisfaction on his face afterwards, you’d think I surrendered and declared I’d marry him or something.
And for a split second in that post-coital glow, I almost did. Thankfully my sense returned.
Just because there’s physical chemistry and just because he’s insanely attractive and swears he wants to make my wants and needs his first priority doesn’t mean I’m going to be dumb enough to just fall in line.
Unless you count the sex. Yes, I’ve given in there. Because not only is he incredibly strong with the ability to move me how and where he wants me, he’s definitely a god in bed. He makes my body betray me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll lose my marbles and give in. Because being able to make gorgeous, intricately-drawn but powerfully bold figure eights with your hips while inside me doesn’t equate to the potential for a happily ever after. Sadly.
Because how can I give myself over to someone who’s thrown my entire life into a tailspin? You don’t fall for someone who gets you to do what they want you to do through threats of violence against those you care about.
After fucking me, he cuddles me and seems in no hurry to go anywhere or do anything, but lets me pry myself away when I mutter that I need the bathroom.
I lock the door and take a long, hot shower where I do a whole lot of pondering the what ifs.
Will Alannah play a watch and see game? Or is she already hard at work on a plan to free me from this?
Should I try to speak to Derek’s sister on the side to see if she’s someone I can reason with? Could she steer her parents and siblings to get involved and have him signed in for a psychiatric hold?
Also, how is Adam doing? Is he missing me or is he counting all the opportunities coming his way? I guess it doesn’t matter anymore what Adam says, thinks, or does, does it?
My mind wanders somewhere it doesn’t generally go; my biological parents. Do I even want to know anything about them? What difference would it make?
He’s somehow hit the nail on the head about my family. My parents showed care and affection to me as a child. I wasn’t abused. But it was evident early on that Bryan was their favorite. The way their eyes lit up with every milestone, every accomplishment. I didn’t get that same light from them. He looked like a perfect combination of the two of them. When I found out on my twelfth birthday that they adopted me as a baby and that Bryan was their biological child, a lot of things made sense. But Bryan made everything better. He was the best brother I could’ve asked for. We were best friends. And I remembered thinking at night alone in my bed, months after finding out, that if we weren’t so close, if he hadn’t bonded with me as soon as he was self-aware enough to reach for me, maybe they wouldn’t have kept me. Because they had their bio kid.