Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
The twitching of his lips tells me he sees that, that somehow, he knows, and my hatred for him only deepens even while my hips start jerking and a wet spot forms under my ass.
“You’ve been denying yourself for so long, haven’t you?” His voice is surprisingly soft, almost crooning the words. “This sweet, pink little pussy. Nobody’s ever touched it before me, have they? Nobody but you, I bet.”
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut like that will blot out his voice, but it’s no use. I hear him and his nastiness loud and clear. Even though it disgusts me and makes me hate myself for loving this so much, I can’t help but react to what he’s saying. It’s nasty, but that only makes me burn hotter than ever.
“Did it ever feel this good before? When you were touching yourself in your room late at night?” I strain upward, hungry for what’s building—because yes, of course, I’ve touched myself before. I know what it feels like when an orgasm is on the way, and oh, fuck me, it’s on the way now.
He dips into my wetness, sweeping his fingers up the length of my slit, and I would scream if I could take a deep enough breath. The hand around my throat only makes this more intense. There’s so much happening, almost too much. Almost enough to make me beg him to stop because I can’t take anymore.
Almost.
“No man will ever touch this pussy but me. No man will ever make you feel this way but me. Because you’re mine now. You belong to me.” He grits it out through clenched teeth, and I wonder somewhere in the back of my overheated brain if he’s taunting me or reminding himself. Maybe both.
He teases my entrance, and I gasp, going stiff, knowing what’s coming next. He’s going to put his fingers inside me before putting his dick in there. I don’t want it like this. Not the first time. Not ever.
But he only teases me, pressing a little, then circling with his fingertip. It’s torture, nothing less, the tension enough to break my brain. When will he let me come? I whimper under his hand, thrusting my hips in hopes he’ll touch my clit, so I can finally get relief.
“You wanna come for me?” he whispers, squeezing my throat harder and making everything more intense than ever. My body jerks on its own, fighting for air but even harder to find release from this overwhelming torment. “Do you? Are you going to scream until you can’t make a sound?”
“Yes!” I gasp, and I hate myself for it. For letting him do this to me, for making it so easy. I’m going to come, and when I do, I’m going to scream until my throat bleeds. I’m going to do all the screaming I haven’t been able to do since I got here. I can’t wait. It’s so close… almost there… just a little more…
The world comes into sharper focus when the pressure on my throat goes away. It doesn’t lessen. He flat-out lets go, just pulls his hand away from my pussy and leaves me hanging—writhing, whimpering, and almost weeping with frustration.
“What… why…” It comes out broken and gravelly, thanks to my aching throat. He laughs, shaking his head at me before climbing off the bed. What the hell? What’s this new game? My entire body is screaming for relief, and he’s crossing the room, walking to the door.
“What, feeling unfulfilled?” he mocks before laughing nastily again. “Poor baby.”
“But—”
He shoots me a dark look over his shoulder that cuts off any question I might’ve wanted to ask. “We have to save something for the wedding night, don’t we?”
16
ENZO
I’ve never so clearly understood what it means to wish I could go back and change everything. I suppose everyone goes through that at least once in their lifetime. Looking back on a decision they made that changed the course of their life. Wishing they would have chosen differently.
I should never have taken her. What seemed natural at the time, sensible, is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.
And I’m going to be paying for it for the rest of my life.
I pace the house like a caged animal, kicking furniture aside and slamming my fists against the walls in passing. That bastard. I played straight into his hand, didn’t I? I left the way wide open for him to slither in and make a place for himself in my family. I ruined everything, all because of a simple, thoughtless action.
All because of her. I can’t remember now why it seemed necessary to take her from the warehouse. If only I had left her there, unconscious, none of this would be happening. I wouldn’t have my grandfather threatening to destroy me. I wouldn’t have left us open to a man like Alvarez, who only ever wanted to strengthen his position by using his daughter. Did she know? Has she been stalling all this time, confident in the knowledge he would eventually claim her and use her as a means of strengthening his family? I’m sure that’s all she’s ever been good for in his eyes, as it is. Someone to marry off. Here I am, the unwitting rube, thinking I could use her and have a little fun when really, they were all having fun with me. It just so happens I’m the last to find out about it.