Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“Almost there, Ash. So close.”
I bury my face into the mattress, arching my ass for him, and he removes them just as I think I can’t hold my breath anymore. Letting it out, I relax, but it’s short lived as I feel something hard and cold being pressed into my ass. I cry out once again, and he slides the butt plug in place, filling my ass, and it reminds me of the vow ceremony.
“Good girl.” I feel the head of his dick at my pussy.
“Saint, I need to pee…”
“You can hold it,” he argues, and tears sting my eyes at the burning sensation of him stretching me. I’m so sensitive. He grabs my arms and brings them behind my back. Pinning them in place, he fucks me into the side of the mattress. Hard and fast. His body slamming against mine.
I can tell it’s about him. I won’t get to come.
“I can feel the balls from the butt plug in your ass.” He groans. “Fuck, sweetheart.” His knees spread mine wider, and he readjusts my arms into one of his hands while the other grips my hair and shoves me face-first into the sheets.
I try to breathe but get nothing. My arms fight his hold, but it does no good. And honestly, I don’t want him to stop or let up. I like the fight. My sheer helplessness to his power and strength. I’m a slut for him.
The sound of him moaning makes me weak. I clench my soaked pussy, and he slams forward, holding his body into mine when I feel his cock throb inside me.
After a second, he yanks my head up, and I’m gasping for air as my vision goes in and out. He lets go of my arms and they fall to the side when he leans over and kisses my tear-streaked cheek.
I tremble when he grabs my arm and pulls me to stand. Turning me to face him, he wraps his hand around my throat, forcing me to arch my neck to look up at him. His green eyes search mine as he speaks. “How do you feel?”
“Unsatisfied,” I answer honestly while my knees shake.
A smirk graces his perfect lips before he leans down, pressing them to mine. I open for him, wanting him to devour me. Swallow my fucking soul and make me his servant. Saint is all I have left. In a matter of one night, I lost everyone I’ve ever loved. Not like any of them ever loved me. Not like Saint does. I regret ever running from him after what I saw him do to that woman here at Carnage. I made a mistake, and he’s right. He’d never hurt me. Not like that.
Slowing the kiss down, he pulls away, and my heavy eyes open to look up at him. His hand lowers from my neck to my chest, and he plays with my hard nipples.
I press my body into him, moaning and feel his cum leak from my desperate pussy. “Please, Saint?” I whimper when the pain takes my breath away.
“You’re going to have to work for that, sweetheart.” He taunts me, and I groan.
“Anything,” I say, ready to fall to my knees, and he chuckles at my expense.
“I know.” He lets go and pulls away. I want to scream. “Let’s get you dressed.”
He leaves me standing and goes to his closet. A couple of days ago, he went to my house and grabbed some of my clothes. But honestly, I haven’t needed any. I’ve spent all of my time locked away in his room. After what I saw last time I was here, I don’t argue or venture out when he tells me to stay put. I don’t trust anyone here other than him, Haidyn, and Kashton.
Saint returns a second later and helps me into the tight-fitting bodysuit. It’s black and has a high neckline with long sleeves. He turns me around and zips it up. I’ve never worn it because it doesn’t have snaps for easy restroom use. And let’s face it, when you go out and drink, you need something with easy access.
“Go braid your hair.” He slaps my ass. “While I grab a couple more things.”
I go to the bathroom, very aware of the plug in my ass and his cum leaking into the bodysuit. He didn’t even let me put underwear on.
I run a brush through my hair and then pull it to the side and throw a quick braid in it. It’s not perfect but good enough. Once done, I walk back into his room once again. His right hand is down by his side, and he’s holding something black and leather in it. I see a buckle and holes punched into the straps.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he orders softly. The tenderness in his voice has me shaking with need. I would let this man do anything to me. I trust him with my life. He’s saved me. My life hasn’t always been the greatest, but now it’s shit. I have no one and nothing to live for…other than him. Saint is my savior, and I’m his dirty little whore who will obey without thought.