Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 38306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Do you think I don’t feel the same terror that you do,” Mr. Rochester mutters against my hair. “You’re an obsession with me, and unlike you I’ve known it from the start. The way I want you close all the time defies logic, but I’m done questioning it.” Mr. Rochester pulls slightly away so our eyes would meet. “All I know is that I fucking need you in my life.”
And again he’s cupping my face—-
A tear falls.
But I don’t care.
Mr. Rochester’s lips have covered mine, and it’s all I can think of.
Even as the tears suddenly start rushing down my cheeks, seeping into our kiss, I can’t help weaving my arms around his neck—-
So long. It’s been so long. So damn long.
Mr. Rochester deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping further into my mouth, and I moan.
Lifting his head an eternity later, he whispers, “Come back to me.”
I swallow hard.
“Jane?”
“I will...”
He tenses. “But?”
“If you fuck up,” I choke out, “you’ll never see me again.”
Mr. Rochester jerks, and then he says savagely, “Never.”
My eyes widen.
“I’ll never let you go.”
Ah God, it’s Mr. Rochester at his most arrogant—-
And despite everything my body still finds it a turn on.
The shameful truth makes me struggle to get away. “Let go—-” But my words end up in a gasp when I feel him grab my blouse—-
A second later and Mr. Rochester has torn it away from my body, and I scream. “No!”
Another second passes, and he’s done the same to my skirt. “No!”
He sweeps me off my feet, and I let out another shriek. “Are you insane? Let me go!”
But if Mr. Rochester was strong before, he was invincible now.
With his hand injury fully healed, it’s become overwhelmingly and annoyingly easy for him to overpower me, and before I know it, he’s already tossed me on the bed. I scramble up as soon as my back hits the bed, and I try to crawl away.
“You’re going nowhere, Ms. Reed.”
And Mr. Rochester takes hold of my ankles before yanking me back.
“No!” But even to my ears the word comes out like a moan of excitement than of fear.
Mr. Rochester flips me on my back before his weight bears down on me, and I find myself imprisoned in place.
Oh yes—-
No, I mean, shit.
SHIT.
“Let go!” I try pushing him away.
But Mr. Rochester only pins my wrists over my head while his other hand busily tears off the remaining scraps of clothing that cover my body.
“No,” I moan as my bra is tossed out of the way.
His fingers move down my body, stopping at the hem of my panties, and I let out another moan even as I try to kick him off me.
Mr. Rochester looks down at me with a devilish smile. “Keep fighting,” he croons. “It only makes things more exciting.” He rips my panties away as he speaks, and I moan.
I feel him unzipping himself and I try shaking him off.
“You can’t be serious—-”
“I am.”
“You just can’t—-” I feel the head of his massive cock nudge against my entrance and I whimper.
Oh God.
“T-the door,” I manage to pant out as his cock starts rubbing against my folds.
Doesn’t he remember that he’s broken it? That Addie could walk in on us any moment?
Mr. Rochester sucks hungrily on my lip, saying, “Then you better stay quiet, won’t you?”
He thrusts into me before I can answer, and it’s so forceful, I feel like I’m being torn apart.
Aaaaaah.
I cover my mouth and scream against my hands as Mr. Rochester pounds into me.
It’s so good.
So damn good.
So gooooood——
And I know, in my heart, that this is just the start.
The End