Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“I’m going to take you back upstairs and we’re going to talk like adults. Are you going to stop?” Again she didn’t answer but I turned and headed upstairs with her held safely in my arms for maybe the last time.
I locked the bedroom door behind us and walked over to sit her on the bed. She didn’t look like she was in the mood to listen to shit I had to say and I can’t say that I blamed her. How could I convince her that this shit was out of my control? That I’d not set out to do this shit to her.
She sat quietly not saying a word while I laid it out for her. When I was done she still had that scared look on her face but I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not. “So you see, this doesn’t really have anything to do with you.”
“How can you say that? This has nothing to do with me? You lied to me, from beginning to end. What kind of sick jerk are you?” She flew up off the bed with her little fists folded.
We spent the next hour going back and forth in a screaming match that was damn near deafening. Her stubborn ass, something I hadn’t noticed about her before, refused to give.
"Now you listen here. Your perfect daddy is a thieving ass fuck. He fucked up by going after the wrong one so if you want to blame someone for your plight, look to him.”
“He drove my dad to his grave, so I in turn took something of his. That's only fair don't you think? At least you’re not dead, but my dad is never coming back.”
"Please let me go, I won't tell anyone what happened here I promise. I’ll convince my dad not to call the police if you just let me go." I couldn’t do that shit for two reasons. One, her dad hadn’t given me my shit yet, and two I wasn’t ready to let her go. But she was pissing me off.
Maybe it was too much to expect her to take my word for it. After all she barely knew me, while she’s known her father all her life and probably has no idea what he really is. But the fact that she was in an all fired hurry to leave me made me see red and I wasn’t thinking straight.
"I know he won’t tell anyone. As to letting you go, I don't think so. I like the feel of that tight pussy around my cock, perfect fit. I think I'll keep you around for a while yet.”
That was low and maybe uncalled for, but she was acting like the last four days never happened. Like she was fine with just walking out the fucking door after everything we’d shared. Because of him; a man I hate more than anything else in the world.
I turned to leave the room before I said or did something else I’d regret. I opened the door and looked back at her. “Don’t leave this room. If you try that running shit again I won’t go easy on you.”
“You’re a monster. My dad’s gonna make you pay for this.” She was well and truly pissed and though I can’t blame her the shit was still pissing me off.
“That old twisted fuck isn’t going to do shit.” I slammed the door and walked out on her latest scream.
16
Ava
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Of course I tried to escape as soon as he closed the door, but he was still standing there and I ran right into him. “I warned you!” He picked me up and walked back in closing the door with his foot before walking over and dropping me on the bed.
I jumped up off the bed and made a run for the door, but I knew even before I took the first step that it was pointless. “Where are you going?” He pulled me back into the room and once again dropped me on the bed.
Then the beast had the nerve to get undressed. “Take off your clothes Ava, all this arguing made me hard.”
“No!” I shook my head and tried inching away from him but he just reached out a hand and grabbed my ankle, dragging me back before turning me roughly onto my stomach.
I screamed and kicked but to no avail. I threatened him with all manner of retribution but he just laughed. And then the monster bit into my neck and I was lost. I melted against him and he knew it.
I held my breath, waiting for him to laugh but he didn’t. Instead his arms became gentler as he undressed me and though there were no words spoken I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I could feel it in his touch.