Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
There is the hard press of his cock, first at the back of my thighs and then inside of me and my back arches at the dominant, angry invasion that seems devoid of any control. I gasp out his name and claw at the back of the couch as he withdraws, then shoves back in. It's torturous, the intense pleasure of his entry and the delicious need of his withdrawal, and I cry out when he stops, just his head inside, and nudges gently in and out, the minute push so different, so teasingly short of what my body needs. "Please," I beg, reaching back for him, desperate for more.
"Tell me you still love me."
I close my eyes tightly but it's not enough, the tears seeping through and streaming down my cheeks, my feet straining on their toes as he rocks a tiny bit deeper inside and breaks every last dam around my heart. "I love you," I whisper and earn an inch or two more.
"Tell me you need me."
"I need you," I weep. "Please."
He grabs the meat of my ass, squeezing it hard as he pushes fully in, then drags out.
Over.
And over.
Over.
And over.
He fucks me as if I am dirty and his slut and his to do whatever he wishes with. He fucks me as if he can give me any order and I will greedily obey. He fucks me as if his cock is my lifeblood and every stroke of it ties me to his will. I cry out his name and close my eyes to the tears as he relentlessly takes me because all of it is true.
"I will never leave you, Lucky," he whispers as he leans forward and wraps a hand around my chest. He pulls my hair until my head is arched back and his mouth covers mine. He kisses me and swallows a bit of my soul in the process. "I will never leave you," he promises as he buries himself in me and releases his orgasm.
Chapter 83
There is silence in the observation room when I open the door and walk back in. Dr. Terra is sitting on the stool at the desk, his trusty pen in hand, his notebook page full of cramped neat writing, and I can only imagine what he’s written down.
He looks at me and I look at him and I don't have the emotional fortitude to defend myself or to discuss what has just happened. He looks at the window and I look at the window, and Lee is there, on his back on the couch, his pants pulled back up but unzipped. He looks pleased with himself, and I don’t want to know how far back I have set this process.
“I'm sorry,” I say.
“You haven’t been honest with me,” he says, and it’s not said in anger, but in observation. “You have a stronger connection with Lee, potentially more so than with Brant.”
I shake my head. “That’s not true it—” I pause. “Ever since we told Brant the truth, he's been more distant. What you have seen with me and Brant—it isn't normal. It will go back to normal once we figure out how to get Lee to go away.”
“Are you sure that is what you want? For Lee to go away?”
“I’m sure that it’s what Brant needs.” I don't trust myself to say anything more than that.
“Today was not a good day, Ms. Fairmont.”
“I know.”
“I am sorry.” He twists in the stool so that he is facing me and presses his palms together between his thighs. “I imagine it is very difficult for you to love two men that are inside of one body.”
I am close to crying and I have already degraded myself enough in front of this man today. “I have some work to take care of. You’ll finish up with Lee and give Brant an update?”
He nods. “Certainly.”
“Thank you.” I walk stiffly to the door and let myself out into the hall. In between my legs, some of Lee dampens my panties and I need to clean myself up, but I can't bear the idea of washing him off.
Chapter 84 - Brant
Motherfucking shit damn asshole. The expletives stream through my head like lines of code, and I don't know why Dr. Terra let this go on without stepping in and stopping this shit.
Jesus, I hate myself. If there was a way to kill myself—this part of me—I'd do it. I’d rip that motherfucker out of me and beat him to a bloody pulp.
I accelerate out the driveway and don’t look back. I left Dr. Terra and went straight down to the garage, avoiding the areas in the house where Layana might be. I don’t know what I will say when I see her. I can’t right now. I'm too afraid of how I will look at her, given the anger and the disgust that is radiating through my chest. What’s horrible about it is that the disgust is as much for me as it is toward her. That was my body doing those things to her. My voice, saying those things. Me.