Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I hesitated for a moment, but I knew that I had to do this. As I sucked, he slid his other hand to my pussy, slipping two fingers inside. I sucked in a breath, but I didn't protest. I knew what he wanted--me obedient, and submissive. He turned his hand palm up, and curled his fingers, slowly fucking me with his hand. My whimper was cut off by his lips crushing mine, his tongue probing my mouth.
A sloshing sound filled the air as he pushed deeper, roughly finger-fucking me. My thighs were wet with my own come and juices. “Oh,” I moaned, my breath hitching. “Mateo.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders, moaning wildly as I squirted all over him, my pussy spasming around his fingers.
“That’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” he stated, watching my body convulse with pleasure. “You’re beautiful, Elena.” He took hold of my jaw with his other hand and kissed me, rolling my clit with the pad of his thumb. He laughed against my lips as I came again with a low, pitiful moan, squeezing his hand between my legs. He remained like that for a moment, kissing me gently before finally pulling his hand away.
I swallowed, my eyes darting around as I tried to catch my breath. We’d moved quite a distance from where we started, and my mind was still processing what had just happened.
He gripped the back of my neck, and my eyes flew to his. “Today, as you feel me every time you so much as breath, and see that ring on your finger, I want you to remember the man you belong to."
I nodded, unable to speak through the emotions welling up inside me.
“Good girl," he said, his hand gently caressing my cheek. “If you begin to forget, I’m always willing to remind you again.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine one last time. “Now you will go inside and make sure not a single drop of my come leaves my pussy unless you want me to put it back the hard way. Understand?”
I nodded again, my heart still racing.
“When you’re done, your driver will be waiting for you out front.” He released me and stepped back. “I’ll see you tonight.” He turned as if to walk away but then suddenly stopped. “What do you think of this view?”
Confused, I glanced in the direction he’d motioned. The pool sparkled in the fading sunlight, the water shimmering like a trophy in the stillness of the evening. Was this a metaphor for something?
"I think it's beautiful," I said hesitantly, uncertain if I was answering correctly.
“I think so too.” He left then, leaving me alone with my confusion and my raging emotions.
CHAPTER TWENTY
I shut the bathroom door behind me, my fingers trembling as I twisted the lock for some illusion of safety. The soft click seemed louder than it should have been, echoing in the silence like a final nail being driven into a coffin. My breath was ragged and shallow. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at nothing, my heart thudding painfully in my chest and my bare feet on the cold floor. My heels were cradled in one arm, I’d taken them off to move in silence, away from my shame.
Slowly, I turned to face the mirror, and what I saw magnified every ugly, nasty emotion rooted in my chest. My hair was a tangled mess, wild from his hands pulling at it. My lips were swollen and bruised from kisses that felt more like a punishment than anything resembling affection. And there, on my neck, faint marks still remained where his fingers had gripped me, reminding me of the control he had, and I let him take.
What really gutted me was the large engagement ring now on my finger—shining like a mocking beacon, a symbol of everything I’d lost. My future, my freedom, and worst of all, my dignity. I stared at it, the weight of the diamond-like it was made of iron.
I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the sob that was crawling up my throat, but it was no use. A ragged breath escaped, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. I couldn’t stop the tears, though. They blurred my vision, turning my reflection into something unrecognizable.
What the hell am I doing?
The question tore through me, sharper than any pain Mateo could inflict. I pressed my hand tighter against my lips, trying to hold it all in—the grief, the fear, the anger. I thought of Molly, how I hadn’t even had time to grieve her properly. The woman who raised me, gone in an instant. And Eva...my sister, my other half.
Still missing.
I had no idea if she was even alive, but I was gambling everything to find her.