Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
He sighed, then pinched the bridge over his nose. “I do not need this hassle.”
I stood still, not knowing what he wanted me up here for. It was still the afternoon and he was undressing in front of me so of course I didn’t feel like, based on his track record so far, that this was going to go well.
“Come here,” he told me, dropping the belt on the bed beside him.
I blew out a slow breath. “Listen,” I said and took a step back.
He raised his eyebrows. “Here.”
I stepped up in front of him. He grabbed the back of my knees and pulled me even closer.
“I had to come all the way home in the middle of a busy workday to deal with you, so you’re going to make it worth my while,” he said and the tone of voice and expression on his face were scary. Beyond scary.
He caressed the back of my leg softly. I tried to step back, but he grabbed my hips.
“Did you disobey me?” His fingers dug in.
“No.” I whispered, my voice hoarse, gaze fixed on the ceiling.
“You snuck off to talk to her; what did you say?”
“I just kept telling her I’m fine and not to worry.”
One of his hands slid up and down my thigh. Suddenly both of his hands were pushing the pants I was wearing down, taking the underwear with them. I tried to back up.
“You refused to answer my call. Stop,” he commended.
I froze.
“Take your shirt off,” he ordered.
I chewed the inside of my cheek. No way.
“Now,” he added.
I shook my head.
“Are you telling me no?”
I stared at the ceiling, trying hard to not cry.
He yanked the pants the rest of the way down, then stood up, towering over me and hauling the t-shirt I was wearing over my head, leaving me in just my bra. Then he undid it, too, and yanked it off. He did all of this methodically and then he stopped and tipped my chin up so I’d have to look at him. He was so intimidating. Bigger, stronger, such an intense look on his face. I was a quaking mess. I covered my chest with my arms. He dropped his pants. I held back the tears that were threatening.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” I said to the ceiling.
His eyes were on me, glaring at me, making me want to cower. “I told you to come to me and you hesitated. I told you to take off your shirt and you hesitated. I think you need to learn a little bit about following directions.” His eyes burned into me with anger. He was scaring the fuck out of me.
“You don’t hesitate when I tell you to do something. You do it. And when I call, you answer the fucking phone. Understand?”
I stepped back, stepping out of the pants that were pooled at my feet. He stepped forward. I stepped back again and again and then my back hit the wall. He came up directly against me and grabbed my wrists and held them against the wall above my head.
“Disobey me again; I dare ya.”
He stared for a moment and then let go, grabbed my breasts and raked his fingers over my nipples roughly.
My now free hands pushed at him and for a split second he let me go and then my hands came up to cover myself. He smirked, then leaned forward and hauled me over his shoulder and then dropped me on the bed.
“On all fours, now,” he said. He pointed at the mattress. I shook my head and a whimper came out.
“Oh, another refusal? Did you forget rules one and two today, Tia? Not obeying me and discussing me with someone else?”
“I didn’t discuss you.”
“But you agree that you disobeyed me?”
“Please don’t.” My heart hammered against my chest wall.
He leaned toward me. “On all fours. Now. If you’re going to be a disobedient bitch, I’ll fuck you like one.” He picked up the belt from beside me. I started to whimper and cower. He smirked. He looked so evil, so like he was loving every minute of this. Part of me was ready to just do what he said to make things easier, but something rose in me.
No. No, I wasn’t going to just be a victim here, let him beat me. This sick and twisted man could not just take me over and over like this. I may not have been a strong person but I certainly wasn’t this weak, was I? I backed up against the headboard watching him move closer, a sickening glint in his eye.
Right then, right there, I was so done. Totally done dealing with this prick. I leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed for the lamp and bashed it on his head.
“Fuck you!” I screamed. He looked dazed for about a second. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.