Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
She had the decency to look remorseful. But she still wasn’t talking to me.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
She shrugged.
“I can’t believe this shit.” I let go of her. She wiped her eyes.
I shut the lamp back off.
“You didn’t tell me any of that, Tommy. You were vague about Angel’s past, about the Feds thing. I ask questions and you are vague or you change the subject. You think I haven’t noticed? What kind of life is our baby going to live in, Tommy? When we went to Costa Rica…”
“Wait a fucking second. Is this about the shit swirling around us now or about how you and me started?”
“Both, I guess. I don’t know.”
“Unfuckingbelieveable. Keep piling the shit on me, Tia. That’s real helpful.”
She didn’t respond so I kept going. “And you know what I wanted when we went to Costa Rica but clearly, I couldn’t leave my brother chin deep in this shit Pop left us with.”
“Forget it. Let’s just sleep.” She rolled away.
I grabbed her and yanked her back to me.
“What do you want?” I asked her.
“I want this trip over.”
“I need you at my side at that opening. I won’t focus unless I see you’re safe while shit gets done. For Tessa. For all of us. You think that little fuck wouldn’t have wanted to get his hands on you instead? I know he did. I’ve had you under protection, so he went after her. That was my sister and that’s not fucking okay and baby, it was almost you. You’re pregnant with my baby and he could’ve taken you instead. Or as well.”
She put her palms over her eyes.
“I won’t let anyone fucking take you from me. You hear me? Never.”
“So, I get to live in a prison for the rest of my life because of your father’s bullshit. I get it.”
“Maybe we’re both stuck in that prison my pop built, yeah. But I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
She didn’t take her hands off her eyes.
“Shit someone else has pulled has you deciding to blame me for shit you told me we were getting past. Get out of your head until this shit is over. I fucking need you, damn it.”
She made a sobbing sound.
“Maybe I’m not the only one that needs counseling, baby. You getting tied up in knots like this? You haven’t forgiven me. You’ve just buried it. And all this shit has dug it up. Find us both a new counselor when all this shit is behind us. I don’t want this shit getting thrown in my face the next fifty years. For now, understand that I’ve gotta deal with shit and the way I deal with it ain’t gonna be wearing that white hat you want for me. Find a way to deal. Yeah?”
She didn’t say anything.
“Tell me you get me,” I demanded, an inch from her face.
“I know what I want from you,” she said and I felt a pang in my chest at the softness in her voice.
“You asked what I wanted from you?”
“What?” I snapped, feeling that twinge in my chest turn to pain.
“Right now, I need you to fuck me,” she said, her voice hoarse.
I was startled.
“I need you to fuck me rough,” she added.
I stared at her.
“Now. You asked me what I wanted from you and I’ve decided I want that.”
“What the fuck?”
“Are you gonna do it or not?”
“Go the fuck to sleep,” I sneered and went to turn over but she grabbed for me and then she was straddling me, yanking at her crotch, pulling her panties to the side. I wasn’t hard. But she was wet enough that I felt it through my boxers. She was soaked, actually.
“I’m not fucking you. Get off me. You’ve pissed me off and now you’ve gone from being a mean bitch to a crazy bitch. Get off. I need space.”
She leaned over me. “I need you. I need you to pound me into this mattress.”
I took her shoulders and with as much control as I could, I gently set her off me, pinning her to the bed.
“Stop it. Go the fuck to sleep.”
I turned my back on her.
She rolled into me and reached for my cock.
“Tia, fuck off.” I pulled her hand away.
“Spank me,” she said and then she bit into my shoulder.
I clenched my jaw and ignored that.
“Tommy? You tell me what you want and need from me but I don’t get the same consideration? Nice. I thought our marriage was a two-way street.”
I didn’t answer. I laid there, half seething, half feeling sick to my gut with guilt. Were we ever gonna be past this? Me and my fucking demons. Not only were they ruining me, they were taking her out, as well.
“Guess I’ll take matters into my own hands, then,” she said like it was all the same to her.