Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“You’re mine, Helena. Mine.”
He pulls his finger out and pushes me forward, releasing my wrists so I’m on hands and knees. He pushes his cock into my pussy again, once, twice, then pulls out. I feel him at my back hole.
He grips my hip with one hand while sliding the other to my clit. I cry out when he pushes against me, against my ass with his too thick, too big cock.
“I can’t. You can’t—” I try to crawl away, but his fingers dig into my hip.
“I am. If you relax, it’ll go easier.”
“Please don’t.”
He pulls back, rubs my clit, and I don’t know if I hate myself or him more because I’m going to come. After this humiliation, I’m going to fucking come. He knows it and I know it, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it and Gregory is still sitting there watching us, sipping his drink and just watching us.
When it happens, when I come, he pushes into my ass. It hurts, and I’m coming all at once.
It’s like tumbling from one orgasm to the next, and the sensations overlap, pain and ecstasy and pain, repeating, repeating like the pattern of the strangling, choking roses on my walls, as he penetrates deeper, taking more of me, claiming more of me as orgasm rocks my body.
He hauls me upright, my back to his front, and he’s all the way inside me. I can feel every inch of him. He wraps one hand around my throat, and the other is cupping my pussy.
“Mine, Helena. Every part of you is mine,” he says, fucking my ass in quick, deep, punishing thrusts, rubbing me again until I’m coming again and he’s coming too, and his brother is still watching and Sebastian is filling me up and holding me tight and repeating that one word over and over and over again until I know that I am his.
Only his.
13
Helena
He doesn’t carry me to his bed that night. Instead, he brings me to my own room and sets me on the bed on my belly. He goes into the bathroom and returns a moment later with a washcloth. When I realize what he means to do, I capture his wrist, try to get up.
“I can do it.”
“Lay back down.”
“Please.”
He raises an eyebrow. I lay down again and turn my face away, bury it in the sheets when he pulls me apart to clean me, clean his cum coming out of me.
He’s so gentle, and it’s so humiliating. More so than the act itself. More than his brother watching. He doesn’t speak a word when he does it. When he’s finished, he disappears into the bathroom. The water goes on. He’s back a few minutes later.
I sit up on the bed, pull my knees into me.
“Why did you do that?” I can’t look at him.
“Which part? The part where I let my brother touch you? Or the part where I fucked your ass? Or was it that I let him watch?”
I give a shake of my head and turn my face to the windows because I’m going to cry again, and I can’t anymore. I can’t let him see me cry again. See how easily he hurts me.
Hurt me.
Why does this hurt me? Injure me?
“Which part, Helena?”
I let out a breath. “No part.” I turn to look up at him. “I’m tired.”
“Then I’ll leave you to sleep. You’ll be down to breakfast at nine tomorrow morning, and you’ll have an overnight bag packed to leave directly after.”
“Overnight?”
“I have to be in Verona. I’m taking you with me. Good night, Helena.”
He uses the connecting door between our rooms, which he closes but doesn’t lock.
I draw the blankets back, not having the energy to get up, put on a nightie, or anything. I slip beneath them and turn my back to the door and watch the night sky through the open windows. I pull the blankets up to my chin and try to think of anything else but what just happened because I can’t think about it right now. I can’t analyze it. I’m too afraid of what I’ll find.
The next morning, I wake to the sound and smell of rain.
I open my eyes and push the covers back. When I sit up, I remember what we did last night. How he had me. How Gregory touched me. How he watched.
I’m embarrassed and turned on and, god, I don’t even know. It’s confusing and almost overwhelming, all of this.
But I can’t let him overwhelm me. I can’t let him because I can’t weaken. Is that what he wants? To weaken me? To break me? He told me as much, right? This is a game to him. And for every game, for there to be a winner, there has to be a loser.
I have no doubt Sebastian will win this.