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)
His lips trailed up and down my neck and shoulders, his hands up and down my body, and he was pumping into me slowly, looking at me like he was savoring it, repeatedly gazing with a smoldering look into my eyes. It was beautiful. It was probably what making love was supposed to be like. I’d fucked before but this was my first time being made love to.
But when the making love thought occurred to me, suddenly I felt like something inside of me was dying. Something inside me was crumbling because he was fucking with my head and because I knew this wasn’t the only side of him.
This was just one half of who he was. I think he knew I was dying inside, too, because I started to tremble and as a single tear rolled down my cheek, his thumb stroked my lower lip, then he kissed the tear away and hugged me tight, being even slower, even gentler, and he whispered, “Tia, baby, please. Please.”
I didn’t know what he was pleading with me for exactly, but it felt like he wanted me to just forget everything else except for what was happening right now. Could I? Could I let this happen, let this beautiful, fucked up man have me without any tears? I guess I couldn’t.
I had a huge orgasm and crying episode at the same time, so I held him tight, muffling my moans with his shoulder. He finished, too, moaning my name, and then he rolled to his side, sank his head into the pillow, blowing out a long breath, then he pulled my back against his front, spooning me.
I glanced back at his face and he looked like he’d been in a bar fight. His eye was rimmed with a deep purple bruise and there were four angry red and scabbed lines down one cheek and another scratch across his nose and part way across the other cheek. His bottom lip was a bit puffy and had a tiny cut that extended about half an inch below his lip. He was looking on the outside like I was feeling on the inside. I put my head back on the pillow. He nuzzled in and kissed me between the shoulder blades, wrapping his arms tighter around me.
I was surprised that all that had ended the way it did. I thought, if anything, him thinking I’d run away – which I’d never thought would be the assumption when I headed to the basement or I wouldn’t have done it – would’ve meant his anger again.
Until I could get out of here, I needed to think before acting; I needed to make that part of my routine now because life wasn’t the same as it was before. I needed to think about what he’d think about things I’d do before I did them. He could’ve been angry right now because he couldn’t find me. But that’s not what I was getting from him. He was unpredictable and to me, that meant he was even more dangerous than I’d even realized because I didn’t know what to expect next from him.
How, till I got out of here, did I stay on his good side? This side? How bad was he screwing with my head that I’d just allowed him to have sex with me, that I’d just participated?
After a long time, he said, “Hi.” His voice was breathy… maybe emotional?
“Hi.” I think my voice probably sounded empty or unsure. I didn’t know.
There was a long pause. Then he cleared his throat. “We have dinner at my pop’s today. I’d like you to dress like you’re going to church, okay?” He was tracing my ear with his finger and kissing the back of my head.
“Kay,” I said.
“You’ve got clothes like that or should I have something sent over?”
“I went to church nearly every Sunday for the past nine years. I’m good.”
“Okay. My sisters will make you their friend. Just because they’re my sisters doesn’t mean the rules don’t apply. Okay?”
“Kay.”
“I mean it.” There was an edge to his voice.
“I know you do.” My heart sank and my body stiffened. Kay, bye bye Ice Cream Parlor Hottie. So much for that.
He snuggled me closer, maybe in response to my tensing up. “I’m very pleased that you didn’t run away from me. Or that someone hadn’t taken you.” He sighed and played with my hair.
“I woke up early and I was just tired of wearing Sarah’s clothes and you said my clothes were down there. You said I could go down and–”
“I know. You’re welcome to wear your own clothes anytime but in bed. In bed you need to be naked or in something of mine. I want you to smell like me.” He nuzzled into my throat and then twisted me so that my face was buried in his chest. “But you need to know that running away, had you done it, would be bad, Tia. Real bad.”