Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
She eases off my cock, thinking it’s a threat of violence rather than a confession.
I discovered in my first year at university that I like a lot of fucked up shit. At first, I was running from a craving back home, a nasty habit I couldn’t kick. All I thought about was the one thing they forbid me to have, so I did anything to numb the pain. Drugs, alcohol, and fucked up sex with my two best friends. That’s how I discovered I’m a sick fuck who enjoys horrendous shit to get off.
I’m done with the fuckin’ foreplay. Briar wanted to lose her virginity, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Fuck her so damn hard, I’ll imprint myself in her DNA.
Chapter 5
Briar
(Five Years Ago)
I gasp for breath as soon as he moves off me. But my reprieve is short-lived as Ezra grips me by the ankles and lifts me into the air. I desperately grab onto the dirt beneath me as I try to hoist myself to maintain my balance. I’m forced into a handstand, my pussy in the air and bare to Ezra’s sinister stare.
“You realize what happens when you keep telling someone they can’t have something?” he asks as he lines the tip of his dick to my slick entrance.
I try to answer, but my voice is muffled as I gasp for air. I’m having a hard time breathing, but it’s not from strenuous activity. The lack of air comes from a place of exhilaration and fear. Even though I’ve known Ezra my whole life, the boy from my past is not apparent in the man whose hands grab my body with sheer possessive anger.
“They gorge on it. Like a fucking animal, they’ll rip into the sweetest sin as if their life depends on it. Zealots convince themselves that saying no is preventative and that if they impose harsh punishments, the sinful act will become undesirable. But it has the opposite effect. They only make those acts seem reprehensible from the view of the enforcer. The sin doesn’t dissipate; it festers in the darkness and lurks in the shadows, waiting for its moment to take root and erupt like a volcano.
“Let’s take you as an example. They could kill me for this. In fact, we could both end up six feet under. I’m supposed to be a good soldier fighting for the cause, and you, a good little virgin who will one day lie there with her legs open for a man much less deserving to fuck you.”
A bolt of pain tears through me as he thrusts into me with one forceful punch of his hips, breaking the barrier and impaling me with his cock.
“But the thing is, I’m going to fuck this pretty little cunt of yours until it’s sore and used up. Because it’s what I desire, more than life, more than money, more than anything else on this earth. So I won’t worry about tomorrow or next month. I’ll live for this moment and leave a lasting mark. Every time you fuck another man, you’ll remember it was me who opened you up. It was my cock that made you bleed first.”
The pain is unbearable, like tiny cuts embedded in me. His hips slow, and his violent thrusts are replaced with gentle movements.
“I’ll make it good for you, Fawn, don’t worry. But I can’t control the beast now that we’ve unleashed it. You have any idea how long I’ve waited for this? How perfect your body is under my touch? If I die at this moment, my life will have meaning.”
His words wash over me like acid and warm summer rain, a contradiction to the harsh reality of his touch. But I grasp the notion that he craves me, that he’s always wanted me. It’s hard to believe with the way he’s treated me in the last two years, but before that time, Ezra was my protector, my playmate, and my best friend. Two years of rejection and him keeping his distance don’t erase sixteen years of fond memories.
“You can deny it all you want, Ezra. Pretend you hate me for the world to witness, but it’s all a lie. You want me.”
My scream echoes throughout the forest as he pinches my clit with his index finger and thumb. He isn’t gentle, and his force is frightening in its violence.
“Does this feel like I love you?”
I inhale clean air into my lungs, collecting my composure. “I never said love, Ezra. That was your word. I said want. And yes, the pain you’re inflicting on my body tells me that your desire for me sickens you. But it’s there, boiling in your veins. Hate and love are two sides of the same coin. Your lies about your feelings have caused you to warp them into something else that you project. You took something good and turned it ugly. Turned love into hate, and now you don’t know which is which.”