Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Nothing can stop me now.
I won’t stop until her cunt is leaking with pleasure, running down her thighs and soaking her clothes.
“That’s it,” I rumble, my mouth finding her ear. “Give it to me.”
Her pussy squeezes around my fingers, her desire evident in the way it slicks up my hand. I fuck her hard with my fingers, making sure to graze her g-spot each time. She claws at my wrist but not because she wants me to stop.
She wants this.
Needs this.
I pinch her clit and tug at it while fingering the spot inside her that’s the button to straight ecstasy. Her body responds, like I knew it would, and she detonates. Like a nuclear bomb, obliterating everything around us.
She screams.
So loud I’m forced to abandon her clit to cover her mouth. She shakes uncontrollably in my grip, fresh tears running down her cheeks and soaking my hand. I expect her to run the second she comes down from her high, but she surprises me by relaxing in my arms.
Safe with a monster.
It’s a laughable thought.
My humor is muted, though. I’m too transfixed on the way her cunt continues to spasm around me fingers that are still wedged inside her. How her hot breath tickles my hand with every strangled surge of air she attempts to suck into her lungs.
She groans against my hand that covers her mouth as my other fingers slide out of her. I step back, leaving her trembling form, wrecked and used and sated by the sink. Her blue eyes sear into mine in the reflection. Bringing my wet fingers to my nose, I inhale her scent—lavender and mandevilla. So delicate and sweet.
I flick my tongue out and run it along the glistening remnants of her orgasm on my fingers. She sucks in a sharp breath, watching my every movement like I’m the most fascinating creature she’s ever encountered.
Her taste is foreign to me.
Sugar laced with something addictive, like heroin.
A sweet shot of obsession.
“Now I understand the pissing match Wednesday night,” I say, flashing her a knowing grin. “I understand quite well.”
She cries out when I pounce on her. I easily twist her body around and push her bare ass against edge of the sink. I dip my mouth to hers, trying to memorize her scent for later when I jack off to this memory in the shower. A barely audible whimper from her has me wanting to chase it and taste it and suck it from her lips.
My mouth crashes against hers. I can taste the twang of my blood still smeared on her lips. I wonder if she can taste the blissful high of herself. The kiss ends sooner than I’d like, but if I don’t escape the confines of this bathroom, there’s no telling what I’ll do.
I can’t let myself go there with her.
She’s just a substitution for what I really want.
The one I will have one day.
“See you later, prickly princess.”
With a wink, I leave the trembling girl alone. I wonder how long until she realizes her wings are gone. She’ll remember this moment—the moment I ate them while she rode my fingers into oblivion.
Sorry, beautiful, but you’re not an angel anymore.
Chapter Eighteen
Landry
I need help.
Not help to escape this hell, but real psychological help. After what I allowed—what I actually enjoyed—today at school, I’m positive I’m losing my mind.
This isn’t normal.
Certainly not healthy.
Oh, God.
Tears sting my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. Not here in his room. Not now. Not while my father lies in his bed just a few feet away, softly snoring, while I watch. If he woke up and saw me so wrecked, I wouldn’t be able to blame it on worrying over him. No, he’d see right through that.
And he can’t see that.
Ever.
As much as I don’t want to be in his room, I need to feel him out when he wakes from his nap. To see what he knows and if any of it leads back to me or Ford. I’m getting pretty good at reading him, so if he knows anything, I’m sure I would be able to tell.
From somewhere within the condo, Sandra yells at someone. Probably Noel. She holds her position of power over them all, reaming them constantly when they don’t measure up to her standards.
I just hope that it’s not Della. It’s the most frustrating thing when someone yells at a completely deaf person. She isn’t affected by it. It only punishes everyone around her.
Thoughts of Della make my mind drift back to Ford. I tighten my thighs, clenching my sex. It’s sore. Aches from the abuse.
I nearly laugh.
Abuse?
Then why did my body freaking sing at his cruel touch?
Truth is, there were many parts about this morning, while locked in that bathroom, that I secretly enjoyed. A dirty little secret that I share with Ford’s evil alter ego.