Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She whimpers, the sound so real, I almost believe that she’s a little scared of what’s going to happen, but I can’t give into that side of me that still wants to trust her.
It’s a matter of seconds, less than a handful of breaths, before I have her sprawled out on the floor, one hand in her hair and the other working open my zipper.
I groan when my cock breaks free of its restraints, the tip of me meeting her warm skin.
“Hollis,” she pants, her eyes wide and full of emotions I’m not bothering to analyze right now.
She created the monster I’ve become and no amount of begging will make me stop.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I say, the only warning I’m going to provide. “If you beg me to stop, I’m only going to fuck you harder.”
“Yes.” She pants the only thing she could possibly say to make me pause.
I stare down at her, my cock leaking against her lower belly, the pulse in it matching my erratic heartbeat.
Her lips tempt me, but this is on no level a romantic, passionate occurrence.
Her hips roll upward, her need as evident as my own.
It isn’t fear in her eyes but need.
It’s another manipulation, just one more way for her to control what’s happening. She isn’t pushing me away. Her fingers are curled into my biceps, pulling me toward her.
“So fucked up,” I mutter, wanting desperately to pull away, to not give into any of this shit, but my balls are drawn up tight, my cock controlling me more than it ever has in my life.
I’m a lunatic, a madman, completely deranged as I watch her.
I consider for the briefest of seconds that it’s looking into her eyes that’s fucking me up so badly.
I grind my teeth, wanting to wrap my hand around her throat.
“Turn over,” I growl, moving her before she’s even had a chance to do it herself.
I shove the tiny coffee table out of the way, gripping her hip.
“Ass up.”
She whimpers again but does as I say. Fuck me if it doesn’t put that glistening pussy on display again, her lips dark pink and swollen, her entrance begging to be invaded.
I can’t tell if this is still part of the game. If she really believes I won’t take it all the way. If that’s the case, it’s a serious miscalculation on her part.
I grip the base of my cock, swiping it from her ass to her clit, groaning at the warmth of the slickness coating her.
I’m half a breath away from slamming inside of her when I realize just how much I fucked up.
“It’ll be the last thing you fucking do.” The words hit just as cold steel presses to my temple.
My first instinct is to cover her body with my own. I don’t know if it’s to protect her as a person or to prevent anyone else from having what I was planning on taking.
It’s as if everything happens in slow motion—Madelene looking over her shoulder, her eyes widening. She scrambles away, real fear in her eyes, and I know instantly the difference in the way she looked at me versus what she’s seeing now.
I never thought I’d want to protect anyone else after trying to protect my mother didn’t work, but that’s my first instinct at the terror I see in her eyes.
I know for some fucked-up reason I’m willing to die for her.
“He was going to rape me,” she cries, and my world falls apart.
I realize her fear has always been real, and I’m just one more monster she’ll have to overcome.
Chapter 24
Madelene
The words taste like putrid acid in my mouth.
I don’t recognize the man holding the gun to Hollis’s head, but I imagine Alessio hired many new men to look for me.
I scramble away, trying to cover myself as best I can.
I don’t think I’ll die here today, but the fear of being dragged back to Alessio, this man telling him what he walked in on, make every fiber in my body twitch. My jaw trembles, my teeth clattering together in terror.
I doubt my accusation will stand. I have no idea how long he was watching before he interrupted, but even if it was five minutes, he knows I was as much an active participant in what was going to happen as Hollis was. It ensures my death before the sun sets. It may even anger Alessio so much that he puts a bullet in my head out of anger. It would honestly be the easiest way to go.
My eyes dart toward the door, thinking of running out of here for the very first time since Hollis untied me and left it standing open, but I know I won’t get far.
A certain kind of calmness washes over me. I’ve waited for years for my end to come, and now that it’s right around the corner, I feel a certain edge of relief in it. The waiting has been the hard part, and I take solace in knowing the wait is nearly over.