Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
But I don’t.
I’m still trapped by the sight of him jerking himself off. How his muscles and tattoos contract with the motion. How his eyes gleam and flicker from gray to a darker color. I want to know if his expression will stay the same while he’s inside me.
I need to know if I’ll have an effect on him like I did while he punished me, and if that effect will be more violent.
So I open my legs wider in a form of invitation, one I know I will regret come morning. But I’m already here, and I have nowhere to go. He made it clear since the beginning that he’d eventually fuck me, so what’s the point in delaying the inevitable?
“You want me to ram into that tight cunt of yours until you scream?”
I want to look away, because I’m almost sure he can read the embarrassment from my burning cheeks, but I force myself to continue staring at him.
“You will let me fuck you raw, won’t you? You’ll let me stuff you with my cum like a good wife.”
I’m not your wife.
I want to scream, but I don’t, because that will definitely ruin the moment, and my pussy is clenching for another release.
This is so fucked up. I’m practically begging the man who welted my ass with his belt to fuck me right after he brought me to orgasm.
“Release your lip,” he orders, his fisting movements getting faster.
I shake my head once.
Still gripping his cock, Adrian loops the belt around my throat and lifts me up so I’m suspended mid-air with my hands bound to the bedpost behind me.
I expected the position to be uncomfortable, but it’s surprisingly not.
“Open your mouth.”
I don’t, shaking my head once. Adrian grips my tank top and rips it down the middle. I gasp as he yanks the bra up, exposing my breasts. I want to turn away so that I don’t have to witness him staring at them. They’re small and I’ve always thought they were the most unflattering part about me.
Adrian, however, keeps studying them as if they’re pieces of art from a museum. My teeth loosen a little from my lip at the look in his eyes.
Holy shit.
I know he thinks he’s looking at his wife, and not me, but how lucky can a woman be to have a man look at her that way? Like he’ll destroy the world as long as she stays safe?
My nipples peak under his scrutiny, hardening to the point they ache, and then something hot covers them.
His cum.
It paints my breasts and drips down my stomach and to my throbbing pussy.
I almost cry with disappointment at realizing he did this so he wouldn’t have to fuck me.
As if my thoughts are written all over my face, Adrian wipes the blood from the corner of my lip. “If you carry on with this behavior, you’ll never get my cock, Lenochka.”
I close my eyes to keep from crying in frustration, both at myself and him. Why the hell am I so disappointed that he didn’t fuck me?
I shouldn’t. I hate him.
Adrian releases my hands and they fall limp on either side of me. He disappears into the bathroom, and my eyes start to droop, exhaustion getting the better of me. Then I make out his silhouette reappearing beside me. He’s all tucked in his pants as if nothing happened.
A first aid kit dangles from his right hand and a wet cloth from his left. He gently removes my shredded top and bra before he wipes his cum off my chest. I want to release a sound—I don’t know what, but I trap it inside.
After he’s finished, he turns me over, and I sigh in contentment as the pressure eases off my ass. He applies something cold to it, and I hiss when it burns.
“It’ll go away in a second.”
I mumble something that sounds like a protest, but then I’m drifting off as he continues rubbing it over my ass in soothing circles.
His fingers are long, slightly calloused, and feel way too good. They shouldn’t. They really shouldn’t.
I think I fall asleep, because suddenly, I hear a phone ringing and I feel Adrian’s fingers stroking my hair as he says, “What did she do now?”
And then followed by a sigh. “I’ll be right there.”
Don’t go. I scream in my head. She’s not me. Don’t go to her.
But his fingers leave my hair and the mattress dips. Even though I don’t see the emptiness, I feel it in the darkest corners of my heart.
I’m all on my own.
A tear cascades down my cheek, and I have no clue why or who’s the ‘she’ I internally told him not to go to.
16
Winter
“You have one mission. Pull the fucking trigger.”
No.
“Mommy?”
I open my eyes, heart hammering so loudly, all I hear is its beat. Jeremy is perching over me, his little hand pulling on my nightgown.