Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“I’m close,” she murmurs, echoing my thoughts. “Keep going. Fill me. I’m your little cum dumpster. Breed me. Make my tits round with milk.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, moving faster, thrusting in deeper, deeper. I can only imagine the cum and blood mixing all over my cock right now. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.”
I empty inside her, jet after jet of thick cum straight from my balls into her delicious cunt. I feel her tense, then fall over into her own orgasm, body quivering as I move, move, move. I’m not done. I groan as I continue to thrust, continue to pump her full of my seed, lips moving against each other, mouths barely able to connect as we desperately try to keep it going.
Still hard inside her, I thrust again. “Rose,” I whisper. She’s whimpering, gritting her teeth, but she nods, and I move faster. Every nerve is on edge, every inch of my body crying out to disengage, but I can’t. I need this. I grip her ass in both hands, pulling her to me, letting me go deeper, feeling the end of the plug sticking out.
“It hurts,” she whimpers. “It hurts and I want it. I want it more. Please. More.”
Her words spur me on and I slam into her, flesh slapping against flesh. I imagine my sperm swimming up inside her. Has it found its home tonight? Is it already starting to work that miracle inside her?
“Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I kiss her mouth, cutting off her words, listening to the moan of pleasure and pain falling from her lips, her flesh slick with sweat, her cunt gripping and releasing around my cock, milking the next round. And it doesn’t take long.
With a grunt of effort, I unload inside her, feeling the ache in my balls as they pump another round they didn’t even know they had. Rose shudders, teeth sinking hard into my lip, chains rattling at her wrists as she quivers and shakes, then finally goes still.
As I reluctantly pull out of her and step back, I can’t help myself taking a moment to admire what I’ve done. She’s slumped against the cross, breathing labored, a little smile of satisfaction just visible on her lips. Her thighs are streaked with red, her dark pubic hair spattered with blood.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, and see her smile widen.
Then I step forward, and carefully unfasten the chains at her ankles first, rubbing her legs gently, then move on to her wrists, lowering her arms carefully before lifting her in mine, cradling her against me. I carry her naked and messy from the basement, and place her in the bath while I run the warm water, and bathe her, take care of her, make sure she’s recovered before I even begin to clean myself.
She comes first. She will always come first. From this day to the end of my life.
Chapter Nine
Cassandra
Apollo moans in his sleep behind me, and I smile as I take hold of his hand and wrap his arm closer around my shoulders. I’m wearing a massive t-shirt as a nightdress, and it smells of him, an intoxicating mix of his natural kind of dark wood scent and a spicy cologne. My whole body aches, despite how gently he took care of me afterwards, bathing me like I was his little girl, making me feel loved and protected and safe in his world.
I know what I am, and I know what he is. But it’s like he said, nobody is simply a sum of the things they do and have done. We are all different deep down, and tonight he showed me the real Apollo Volos, bared before me.
Trust.
That’s what he showed me. I can trust him. But can he trust me?
I hear a little buzz from beside me, and realize Apollo must have had my bag brought up here. I almost ignore it, but when it buzzes again I’m worried it might wake him, so I disentangle myself from his embrace and reach out, fumbling in the dark for the familiar shape. I find it, unclasp the flap and then reach inside for my phone.
A.D. Jackson: Call me. It’s urgent.
A.D. Jackson: I know you went home with Volos. We need to talk.
Shit.
Jackson. My boss at the Bureau. I glance back at Apollo, but he’s sleeping soundly and isn’t going to wake any time soon.
But if Jackson starts to call, rather than text, it could ruin everything. Sure, it will almost certainly blow my cover, but more than that I can’t stand the thought of Apollo’s disappointment. Hurt and betrayal. I can’t do that to him. I won’t. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with my life from this day on, but I know that whatever happens, I’ll want him in it.
I slide out of the bed, my feet sinking in the thick pile carpet of Apollo’s bedroom, then pad gently to the door and slip out into the hall.