Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
The cutting stripe seared a trail of heat across her skin, followed by another and another.
Her chin dropped to her chest with the weight of her head, and she watched with horror as each new welt bloomed on her thighs. The cane never slowed. Ladder-like cuts formed, some of them torn and bleeding on the surface. It was if he were trying to mark every inch of skin between her groin and knees.
She’d rarely cried after those first few days in Van’s attic, and she hadn’t intended to now. Except this was Matias, her childhood best friend, beating her body to a pulp.
Tears coursed down her cheeks, and a heavy, helpless feeling settled in her chest. But amid the heartache throbbed something sharper, darker. Something so very wrong.
Her gaze lifted to the zipper of his pants, where the long, hard outline of his erection strained against the fabric. She looked up at his eyes and found a smoldering flicker had chased his coldness away.
His breathing lost rhythm, and his hand shook as he lowered the cane. He was turned on by this, by her responses, her body? Whatever it was, his arousal fed hers, awakening the nerve-endings in her pussy and soaking her with heat as images of him coming on her abused body flashed through her mind.
Her stomach cramped with disgust and shame. Why was she so fucked up in her head?
If he were any other man, she would’ve vomited against the gag. The only reactions Van had stirred in her were raw fear and rage. But Matias was deep beneath her skin, his gaze touching her everywhere, heating her from the inside out.
He dropped the cane, and it clattered across the floor.
She sagged in relief, wobbling on her knees as every welt on her body pulsed with the beat of her heart. When she caught her breath, she dragged her gaze to his.
“You’re a fucking feast for the eyes, Camila.” He stared down at her, no smile, but his dimples flashed.
While life seemed to be returning to his face, she could feel the last trickle of energy draining from her limbs. He caressed her cheek, and she didn’t have the strength to pull away. Until his other hand opened his zipper.
Eyes wide, she made a groaning noise against the rubber ball.
His blood-soaked pants slipped down his thighs as he freed his cock. He fisted the length, gliding his hand up and down. A vein bulged along the shaft, the crown swollen and wet with precum. He tilted his head back, and his jaw looked so fucking strong, so powerful shadowed in stubble and clenching harder and harder with each vigorous stroke.
“No teeth, Camila.” He pinned her with an intractable glare and released the buckle on the gag.
The instant it fell from her mouth, he thrust past her lips and hit the back of her throat.
She gagged, convulsing and drooling, but he didn’t pause or slow.
“Oh fuck.” Tremors skated across his thighs as he dragged his length over her tongue. “So fucking good.” He circled his hips and gripped the post with one hand while holding on to her head with the other. “Goddamn, I missed your mouth.”
Tears blinded her eyes. She choked and sucked air, her hands twisting in the cuffs. She had nowhere to go, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She sure as hell didn’t roll her tongue or do anything to increase his pleasure. She was just a hole pinned to post, a face to brutally fuck.
And he did, every slam of his hips adding another fissure in her memories until the rot seeped out. Van’s musky scent. The coarseness of his hair against her nose. The ruthless hammer of his dick in her mouth.
“Stay with me, mi vida.” Matias gripped her jaw with both hands and forced her eyes to his. “I know what he did to you, and that’s not what this is.”
Yes, it was! Only so much worse. Van had beaten and tormented her to terrify her into obedience. He’d made her powerless in her pain and humiliated by her pleasure. With Matias, her depraved desires came from a completely different place, the part of her that had never stopped loving him.
He stared at her like he could feel her anguish, as if he longed to take it away. His expression softened, his eyes watchful. Thoughtful. So unlike the man who just caned her. Jesus, what the hell was happening?
At least with Van, she’d known he was the enemy every harrowing hour she spent in his attic. But this man? He was the criminal who petrified her and the lover she longed to lay beneath while he did all manner of dirty things to her. It threw her off balance and made her want to lash back with burning revulsion.
Without looking away, he widened his stance, his breaths quickening and fingers tightening against her cheeks. He was close. Please hurry.