Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
My eyes moved to her shoulder, to the scar that was still slightly fresh. It was obviously a bullet hole. I noticed it the first time I saw her naked on the blue plastic. In that moment, I intended to kill her, so I never asked about it. “What’s this from?” My hand grazed over the injury, feeling the slight bumps.
“When I ran from that guy, he shot me.” She talked about her past with simplicity, like it had no hold over her anymore. She wasn’t in emotional distress or suffering from post-traumatic stress. She was accepting of her past, even the ugly scar that destroyed the softness of her skin.
I raised my head and kissed the skin, kissed the scar tissue like it was her lips. “I’m sorry.” I returned my head to the bed, my fingers still gliding over the area.
“You shouldn’t be sorry.”
“But I am.”
Her hand moved to my arm, to the area where she shot me with her bullet. “I want to apologize for shooting you, but I can’t…” She ran her fingers over it, where the ink had been destroyed because the bullet pierced the skin.
“I don’t expect you to. You did the right thing.” My hand glided down the steep curve in her back to her ass. My hands were obsessed with her body, obsessed with touching her. I gripped her ass cheek then slid down her long leg. “But you should have aimed better and killed me.”
She smiled slightly. “I don’t know if I agree with that. You didn’t kill me, after all…”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”
She held my gaze, her confidence shining like a beacon. “I don’t think you will.”
I wanted to tell her she was wrong. I wanted to force her to her knees on the floor and execute her right then and there. I could shove her hand into the fireplace and watch her burn alive. It wouldn’t be my first time. But I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say anything, knowing I would look like a fool because I wouldn’t follow through with it. “You’re a smart woman, baby. It’s one of the things I like about you. So don’t drop your guard around me. Don’t assume you’re safe with me. Because if the time comes when I need to end you, I want you to fight me every step of the way.”
Her eyes hardened as she stared at me. “I never said I felt safe around you. I’ve never dropped my guard. And if there ever comes a time when I can be free or betray you, I will. But that doesn’t change what I said. I don’t think you’ll kill me. In your heart, you know I’m not guilty of the crime my family inflicted on yours. I wasn’t even alive at the time, and neither were you. I’m an innocent woman who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time…like your mother. I find it hard to believe you would do something like that.”
When you possessed as much hatred as I did, nothing was logical anymore. Everything was about bloodshed and revenge. Innocent people died every day in the crossfires. Vanessa was no different. “All is fair in love and war.”
I was hard when I woke up every morning, my big dick lying against my stomach. It happened every single day since I hit puberty. And now when I woke up, Vanessa was cuddled right into my side. When she fell asleep, she was always at the far end of the bed. But she always got cold in the middle of the night and migrated her way toward me without even realizing it.
I took one look at her, her face well rested after a long night of sleep, and rolled her to her back. The second I saw this beautiful woman beside me, I wanted to be buried inside her. It was how I wanted to get my morning started every single day, giving my come to Vanessa Barsetti.
She stirred as I moved her but didn’t wake up fully. She was used to doing this every morning, so now her legs spread automatically, and she hooked her arms over my shoulders and held on.
I sank my cock inside her, moving slowly until I was sheathed to my balls. My face moved into her neck, and I started to thrust, pushing my dick inside her over and over. She was wet in the morning, probably because her body was getting used to taking my cock at the same time every day.
She moaned with me, her throat still dry from being asleep.
I loved fucking her like this, half asleep. My cock was more sensitive in the morning, so she felt even better than usual. I grunted with my movements, smelling her hair. My body rubbed right against her clit because my body rested on hers, so I usually made her come in record time.