Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 113473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
That man needed to know the truth.
Rebecca would never admit it to him on her own. So, Sig needed to find a way to give him that message.
With a tight grip still on her hair, he ordered, “Spread those cheeks wider.”
She did, her fingers digging into her own red and swollen flesh as she pulled them apart, showing him how shiny and pink her center was in that dark blonde bush.
He didn’t dig into his front pocket this time. Fuck no. Instead, he moved forward and slid the tip of his dick through her slickness and then up to her tight anus.
He slid it over that hole, the one he’d used hard many times, and she relaxed it in preparation. “Now,” she begged, “please.”
“Bad girls don’t get what they want,” he growled, then shoved forward and down, plunging into her pussy instead.
And as he drove in and out, listening to her little mews, her driving her hips back with each thrust, he glanced down at her striped cheeks, watching them bounce.
Fuck yeah.
Fuck...
Oh fuck...
He’d missed this.
He gripped her hip with one hand and her hair with the other to keep her where he wanted her, as he rammed inside her as hard as he could, making that red ass ripple.
It didn’t take long for his balls to pull up and get tight. For that pressure to build.
She was so fucking hot and wet.
He gritted his teeth and thrusted forward, burying himself deep as his load shot from him, filling her.
She ground against him, begging to come. But this was punishment for her being a naughty little slut and not a reward.
After a second of letting his breathing and heart rate slow, he pulled out and stared at his dick.
He wasn’t wearing a wrap and he’d come deep inside her.
He never did that.
He never fucking did that. Ever.
“Why’d you do that?” Rebecca suddenly shrieked at him. “Now I’m going to get pregnant!”
“There’s a pill for that,” he said in a panic. She needed to take it right fucking now.
“Too late!” Rebecca screamed, her face twisted and ugly in anger. She straightened from the straw bales and as she spun on him, both her hands supported a huge pregnant belly.
“Look what you’ve done!” she screamed in his face, tears streaking her cheeks. “You’ve ruined me!”
Holy fuck!
His heart was racing as he raised his eyes to her face.
Only it was no longer Rebecca’s.
It wasn’t her at all.
It was Red.
Her face, her red hair. Her belly.
“What the fuck!” he shouted, his hand clawing at his chest because of the pressure. He couldn’t breathe. Somebody was sitting on it, crushing him.
“They’re coming,” Red whispered, pulling out a large knife from the folds of the ugly, plain blue dress. “I can’t let them have this baby.”
She lifted the knife and instead of lunging at him, she plunged it into her own belly. Her stomach deflated like a popped balloon.
“What the fuck, Red!”
He needed to help her but there was no blood, there was nothing.
“Red,” he tried to step forward, to grab her, but his feet were stuck to the ground. He couldn’t move. “Need to get you away from them. Help me get free.”
He tried to move again, but it was like his boots were soldered to metal.
“Free me so I can help you,” he yelled, his rage building, heat rushing through his veins. She needed to choose him so he would no longer be stuck. “It’s me or them, Red.” Once he was unstuck, he could help her.
“You gotta choose!” he screamed, the fire inside him now burning white hot.
He reached out his hand to her and she only stared at it.
“Me... or them!”
She simply turned and walked away.
Chapter Thirteen
Sig shot straight up on the couch, gasping for air. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples and slid into his beard.
“Jesus fuck,” Sig muttered on a pant. Either he needed to stop drinking or maybe the pot he’d smoked right before crashing had been laced with something. That nightmare was way too fucked up.
With his pulse still pounding in his ears, he drew his forearm across his brow to wipe off the sweat.
Movement heading his way caught his eye. The light over the stove in the corner lit her up enough so he could see her belly was still big. Thank fuck she hadn’t stabbed it with a fucking knife.
He shuddered at the thought. Fuck.
He got to his feet and met her halfway so she didn’t have to waddle all the way to the couch. “Hey,” he said softly as she kept coming anyway until they were toe to toe.
She tipped her face up to him, her hair a mess, her expression full of concern. She didn’t say a word, only studied his face, so he quickly masked his own worry.
For fuck’s sake, her mouth called to him and he struggled not to take it. Because if he started with her mouth, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to end it there.