Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
“I’ll decide when the fun’s up.”
“Is part of the fun buying her fancy clothes? Playing with a doll isn’t enough for you? You have to dress her, too?”
“Are you checking my bank statements?”
“I know the owner of the boutique where you took your slave on a shopping spree.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“You’re fucked in the head, you know that? Just like your father.”
“How can I forget when you’re doing such a great job of reminding me?”
She wipes a hand over her face. “I need a drink.” Propping her hands on her hips, she regards me from under her lashes. “Get her out of your system, Gabriel. Do whatever it takes.
Eventually, you’re going to have to kill her.”
“Good night, Mother.”
I leave her alone in her study, going to my own for a stiff drink and to mull over the evening. I should’ve broken Diogo’s nose the minute he stepped over my doorstep. That way, I would’ve saved myself a whole evening of his unpleasant presence. My thoughts don’t dwell on the cocksucker for long. As always, my attention is reserved for Valentina. I’m not sure in what emotional state she’ll be when I go to her room, but I’ll be there for her, regardless. She should feel safe under my roof, knowing I won’t let anyone harm her. The kind of hurt I want to give her, that’s something entirely different. The kind of pain I like to inflict is as much for her pleasure as mine.
When I walk through her door, I don’t find her curled up in bed or huddled in a corner. She’s spread out on the bed, naked, waiting for me. My balls draw tight. My cock swells.
I can’t look away from her fingers where they rest between her legs. “You played with yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Did you come?”
“No, I was saving that for you.”
“Good, because otherwise I would’ve had to punish you. I own your orgasms. Say it.”
“You own me, Gabriel. All of my orgasms.”
I swallow away the hoarseness in my throat. “Show me. Play with yourself.”
“Later.” She wiggles her hips. “I want you inside me.”
Holy fuck. What she does to me. I strip my clothes and climb between her legs. Even if she’s offering herself, I want to hunt her. I want to catch her in the wild, wild, darkest woods of our desires and conquer her body. I want to tame her soul. I’ve got her, but I’m terrified I’ll lose her. I need to pin her down and constrain her, keep her in the cage of lust I so carefully constructed to trap her.
I flatten my palm on her pelvis, keeping her lower body in place as I push two fingers inside her pussy. She’s wet. The suction of her inner muscles welcomes me. I can’t wait. I grip the root of my shaft and place it at her entrance, but she shakes her head. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to give in to the urge to tie her up and make her have it my way. It takes strength to lift my hand from her abdomen and allow her to escape, but she doesn’t run away from the monster in her bed. She embraces the need that’s chasing us both by turning over on her hands and knees. She looks back at me from over her shoulder, putting her beautiful cunt on display.
“Take me like this,” she whispers.
The animal in me rises to the occasion. I open her pussy with my thumbs, align my cock with her slick folds, and drive home. Her back arches from the fast and hard intrusion, but she slams back, meeting my force with an urgency of her own. I’m giving her my all, thrusting our groins together with enough force to bruise her skin.
“More,” she pants. “You’re holding back.”
I’m fucking the air from her lungs, and she’s begging for more.
“Harder, Gabriel. Please. Please, God. Let it go. Make me forget. Make me forget what happened tonight.”
I do. The walls of my constraint break, crumbling around her, and I take her like I’ve never taken a woman before.
* * *
Valentina
Gabriel is pounding into me, hurting me inside, but I need more. With him, I’ll always need more. He steals my breath, takes my pleasure, and owns my desires. I am so filled with him, I can’t take more, and, yet I want him in every crevice and corner of my body.
Reaching between my legs, I caress his testicles, feeling their charged sway as he slams his groin against my ass.
“More,” I moan. “Please.”
“If I fuck you harder, I’ll break you.”
I want him to bleed into my cells until we are inseparable, until our DNA is entangled and my life is grafted with his. Together, we’re invincible. As long as he’s with me, no one else can touch me. Like this, there’s no ugly. No Diogo. No men like Tiny. Only Gabriel who makes me forget everything, even that he owns me.