Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
“Look at me,” he demanded.
“Fuck you,” I whimpered.
“Oh, it’s back on, is it?” he asked and he looked sickeningly pleased.
He leaned down and tried to kiss me. He actually tried to kiss me! I reached up to push his face away but he caught my arm and then pinned both arms. He started to pound into me, fuck me and use me like I was a piece of meat. Then he abruptly kissed me hard, painfully, grunting out, “Try to slap my face again and I’ll slap your face. In fact, I think I still owe you a black eye and a fat lip, don’t I?”
My whole body went lax, I didn’t try to fight. That threat was his winning move. He threatened to hit me while his cock was inside of me and at that I was just done, the fight drained out of me. I just stayed there, letting him push into me over and over until he leaned back over and started to kiss me, hungrily, roughly, his hand back around my throat.
I tried to float away in my mind. I saw the sky over the field back at his farm and imagined his beautiful face looking at me with love and I tried to feel that love. But I couldn’t. I just wanted to float all the way away.
He finally came, but not inside me; he pulled out and came all over my stomach, marking me like I was his property. He reached over and wiped my stomach with something, I didn’t see what. Then he went lax and breathless on top of me.
He stayed there for a second, breathing hard. I don’t know if I even breathed or if I was just frozen in horror. Finally, he leaned, reached over me, and flicked the lamp back on and said, “Put it back on me.” He had the silver necklace in his hand.
The necklace?
I usually fumbled with things like that. I don’t know how I got it unclasped and re-clasped in the dim room in the state of mind I was in, but I did, first try, as he hovered over me watching me do it, looking at me stripped bare and vulnerable and at his mercy, his own expression stripped bare and telling me so much with his eyes. His eyes came into focus for me and they were on mine and suddenly pain-stricken, sorrowful. My throat and chest both started to burn.
After it was around his neck and my hands dropped back listlessly to the mattress, he looked at me, that pain and sorrow etched in his features intensifying. I just stared back at him, feeling empty, raw, feeling utterly broken. I bit back the emotion. He rolled off of me, reached down to the floor and grabbed the t-shirt he had on, and then he put it over my head. He took a wrist and motioned for me to get my arm into the arm hole. I did the second arm myself.
He lay back down on top of me, burying his face into my neck. “Fuck baby. I love you,” he whispered into my ear and then ran his thumb over my bottom lip.
He stroked my hair, and we just stayed still while he did that with me pinned underneath him. I didn’t make a sound, I didn’t move a muscle. Eventually, he fell asleep right on top of me like that.
When his breathing evened out, my hand came up and covered my mouth. Realization of how dark and deep that rabbit hole actually was had just sunk in with his I love you. This was him, the rest of him.
This was what he meant when he said, “and you have to take all of me.” I was in so much more trouble than I’d even imagined. I held back the tears, held back the sob that threatened to burst from deep in my gut out of my throat and just swallowed it.
One of the many great things about Vegas is that it never sleeps and because of that you can get anything at any hour. I woke up at 2:40 am and I was starving. She was underneath me, still, and she was awake.
I leaned up onto my elbows and looked down at her and assessed her face for a few minutes. She was looking me right in the eyes; she was looking straight into my soul. But I couldn’t read her.
“Hungry?” I asked. We’d skipped dinner.
She kept staring at me for a moment, blinking at me like she was stunned or something. Then she gave me a little bit of a nod.
“Let’s go find some food,” I said and kissed her on the mouth. I rolled off and got into my boxers, then headed to the closet for clothes. She got up, wrapped in a sheet and hurried into the bathroom.