Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
To take her and bring her to the brink of both pleasure and pain. I want it so bad, to lose myself in her soft flesh, to fuck and own her.
Digging my finger into her ass cheeks, I lift her, dragging her closer and plunge my tongue into her dripping entrance. She bucks beneath me like an untamed horse, and I can’t wait to learn her body, learn what makes her go crazy.
Groaning into her flesh, the sound vibrates through the room. I dip in and out of her, feasting on her, marveling in her sweet, honeyed taste. There was simply nothing like her, and that was a startling reality that hit me right in the gut.
“Oh god… oh god…” Smirking against her wet flesh, I reveled in how vocal she is, and I want to make her scream from the rooftops with pleasure.
Growling once more, I move faster, my touch becoming bruising, but Elena doesn’t seem to care, she is teetering on the edge of complete bliss, and I’m going to deliver the final blow.
Throwing her head back into the pillows, her nails rake through my hair once more, “Please, don’t stop…”
Little did she know, I could never do such a thing. Nothing was going to take her away from me. I would burn the world down, kill, and destroy anyone who dared to touch her. Releasing one of her ass cheeks, I use two fingers to pinch her tiny clit, and a second later, she falls apart.
Like cloth being ripped at the seams, she tears right down the middle while coming all over my face, her pussy fluttering around my tongue, my cock beyond envious of the fucker.
I stay between her legs, licking every drop of her release up before pulling away. My balls ache, and my cock is so stiff, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk, but I’ll take care of myself in the shower.
Sitting up, I stare down at Elena, who’s biting her lip, her cheeks crimson. How could she be so shy now when I was just between her legs, devouring her?
Moving to sit up, she asks, “Do I…” her delicate finger points at the prominent tent that I’m sporting between my legs.
“No. Tonight was about you. About showing you that you can trust me, about how much I appreciate what you did.”
She nods as if she understands and drops her hand but keeps staring at my cock with big curious eyes.
“On top of this, I’ll allow you to choose whatever books you want, and give you some time outside by the pool.”
Her eyes widened, and she seemed shocked, which I don’t understand. Had she not truly expected me to keep my word? “Really? I get to go outside?”
I nod, and she shivers, reminding me that she is completely naked. Grabbing the blanket, I gently tug it up and over her body, watching her silky-smooth flesh disappears beneath it. I want her so badly, I wanted to take, and take, but her trust was important to me, her wanting me, needing me. I need her to rely on me, and she is almost there. Soon she would be my wife and have no true way of escape unless in death, and I would never allow that to happen.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I say and push off the bed.
Space will make this better for me as with my hand wrapped around the heavy organ between my legs. Just a little while longer, and my plan will be complete. The only problem now is will everything I worked toward, built up to, come crashing down once Elena finds out that this was nothing more than revenge?
Will she still want my touch so willingly? Will she still seek out my warmth? She’ll always be my wife, but will she enjoy it… be happy? I don’t know the answers to those questions, and for the first time in my life, I consider doing something different.
The image of my mother’s lifeless body fills my mind, the vacant look in her eyes. He took the only good thing I ever had from me, and so I took her. There is no changing something that was fated. I cannot let her get under my skin. I cannot allow myself to care for her any more than I do because if I do, all will be ruined.
She is a weakness I cannot afford.
21
Elena
The days pass, and we fall into a new kind of routine. Julian has breakfast and dinner with me every day, he even lets me pick where. Most of the time, I choose the terrace, of course, because the outdoors calls to me.
For lunch, Marie comes and eats with me. Sometimes she stays for over an hour, and we just talk. Julian also lets me pick more books from the library and orders more online from my favorite authors. I have so many that I’m now reading a different romance novel every day. I tried to convince him to let me have an e-reader, but he didn’t go for it.