Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
I needed him to break me. To break with me.
I needed violence because I was strong enough to survive.
I needed bloodshed and brutality because those were proof of life and living.
“I’m not going to stop just because you’re crying. You haven’t said the safe word, so I’m going to take everything you have to offer me.” Spinning me around, he pinched my nape and kept my eyes facing the living room wall.
The fresh white paint I’d used gleamed gold from the sun. The ancient box TV hissed with snow, turning itself on at some point in our mauling. Peng huddled on the windowsill, looking at us with wide green eyes.
X hissed into my ear from behind. “Don’t turn around. You do, and I’m gone.”
Panting hard, dripping wet with need, I swayed in the centre of the living room while he stomped down the corridor. He moved about in the laundry. The sounds of him raiding Nana’s old boxes of supplies echoed, just before he marched back and set my skin alight with sensitivity.
Just having him in the same room as me caused my entire body to break out in mind-searing flames.
Crowding behind me, he pressed something soft and heavy over my eyes. Without a word, he tied the butterfly bead mask in place, repeating what we’d done the night he’d finally snapped and permitted me to make him come.
I trembled as he spun me around and tugged at my shirt. “Off.”
Raising my arms, I didn’t speak as he removed my black shirt and unhooked my bra beneath. My nipples pebbled at the sound of my clothing being tossed away.
My heart leaped into my throat as his fingers brushed my bare belly, undoing the button of my jeans shorts and unzipping me. “Hold onto me if you need to.”
I fumbled for his shoulders, blind and completely at his mercy. Balancing on one leg, I bit my bottom lip as he stripped my shorts off, then slid my underwear down.
My pulse skyrocketed as I stood before him, unable to see and utterly nude.
Pulling my hands off his shoulders, he commanded, “Stand there. Don’t move.” Clothing rustled as he undressed. His boots thudded as if he’d tossed them aside. The sounds of my curtains being drawn and the sudden disappearance of the sun on my skin hinted he’d cocooned us in our own private world.
I breathed hard as he came close.
My skin broke out in searing goosebumps as he cupped my chin and pushed me down. “Kneel.”
I gulped as a ricochet of womb-clenching lust had my knees wobbling.
My mouth watered to suck him.
But the moment I was on my knees, he pushed me until I sprawled backward, kicking my legs out, and landing on the nest of cushions I’d scattered on the floor while waiting for a new couch to be delivered.
Disappointment filled me.
I wanted to suck him.
I wanted to make him break as much as he was breaking me.
“Why do you have to be so gorgeous?” he whispered, his finger tracing the seam of my core.
I flinched at the intimate touch.
I moaned as he penetrated me with a single finger.
I thrashed as he drove in deep, testing my readiness, driving me straight into hell.
“Fuck, you’re wet. So incredibly wet.”
I had no words.
None.
I didn’t care what I looked like, sounded like. With my eyes blindfolded and every sense blazing, I didn’t know how much longer I could stand it.
“Do it,” I groaned. “Please.”
“Do what?” He inserted a second finger. “Make you come?”
“Fuck me. I-I’m going out of my mind.”
And there, in my X-induced delirium, Milton couldn’t find me. The past didn’t exist. The future didn’t matter. I had no bills to pay, no walls to paint, no healing to solve.
I was just his, and I really, really needed him to fuck me because my heart was about to burst and my sanity about to shatter.
Shaking so hard my teeth clacked, I reached for the mask blinding me. I needed to see him. To watch. But his fingers withdrew, and he tapped them warningly against my thigh. “If you want me to fuck you, you’ll leave the mask where it is.”
I pouted but dropped my arms. “It isn’t fair. I want to see you.”
“Next time.” His voice resembled brimstone and broken glass.
The promise of a next time made an orgasm build. Heavy heat coiled around my bones, tingling in my blood.
Something rustled again, followed by the telltale sound of a condom wrapper. The slap of his wallet on the floor hinted he’d come prepared.
I was both grateful and jealous.
If he ever tried to use those supplies on another girl, I would break far more laws than he had while stalking me.
The cushions shifted a little as he moved between my legs, but he didn’t lie down. Instead, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and sat me up. His palms cupped my cheeks as we sat facing each other.