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)
Chapter 3
Ezra
(Five Years Ago)
Briar has always been wild. Growing up, I thought she was a wild animal forced into a cage. She lashed out at the system and the boxes she was placed in. She shunned the qualities that would make her more appealing to men and opted out to partake in activities that would repel them. Her uninhibited and rebellious nature drew a different set of people to her. People who had seen and done things in the world that changed their internal composition from man to beast.
Her mother told her to blow dry her hair straight, but Briar would only be seen with her lavish natural curls. One of her aunts bought her a dress, and Briar ripped it apart to patch holes in her jeans. Her father told her to stay silent, so Briar read every book she could get her hands on to always have an opinion that couldn’t be shunned. Briar refused to be molded into what was expected. I couldn’t blame her because you can’t place something captivating in a cage and believe it will thrive.
“Let go, Ezra.”
“I’ll let go, Fawn,” I say as I tug her toward me. There’s a slight tremor of remorse in me as her nails dig into the dirt, and she attempts to fight me, but it’s silenced by the vicious throbbing of my cock. “I like it when you fight. It’ll just make it all that much better.”
She turns her head, her hazel eyes matching the moss surrounding her. “Make what better, exactly? You sure you won’t be too disgusted by your dick raging in your pants?”
I can’t help but laugh. That’s my girl. There’s my Fawn. “I’ll survive. A cunt is a cunt, right? A wet, warm hole. I’m sure your pussy is as good as anyone else's.”
She narrows her eyes on me and jerks her foot to loosen my hold.
“Predators don’t let their prey go until they eat.” I drag her to me by that pretty foot until she’s right in front of me.
Her head is so close to my cock that she could breathe on it. My dick likes her on her knees. Like a beast with its own mind, it twitches with a violent need to be unleashed.
“We didn’t get to finish what I started before you rudely ran off.” I run my fingers through her hair before I fist a handful and yank her to her feet. “As much as my cock loves the sight of you on your knees, my tongue is dying for a taste of that pretty pink cunt.”
She doesn’t scream as I lift her by the hair. No sounds of pleasure or pain. It’s as if she’s disassociating, and I hate it. I want her here with me, a participant.
My hand moves to her throat, and her eyes shoot up to mine. Good. She’s going to know that it’s me ruining her. That out of all the monsters, it will be me to break her in and own her. I want her to remember these moments between us for the rest of her life. She’ll tattoo the memory in her mind.
She retreats with every step I take forward until her back presses against the large elm. “You can do as you’re told or suffer the consequences, Fawn. I get off on causing pain, so either way, it’ll work for me. The question is, do you want to moan in pleasure or cry in pain?”
A sting of pain shoots up my arms as she digs her nails into my skin. She mercilessly drags her fingers down, trailing a faint line of blood behind them.
Her eyes darken as I smirk at her. “Didn’t think you were the type of girl who liked it rough.” I step forward and press against her, loving the shock in her eyes. “What a coincidence, Fawn. I’m also a fan.”
She inhales sharply as my hand presses against her throat, wiping away her ability to speak.
“You say you want control, Briar, but I think what you really need is to be controlled. What you need is to submit. To fall on your knees in pure ecstasy until you can’t think about anything. You think you won’t belong in this world. You have this notion that you’re a pawn being manipulated in any direction by the players, by the men. But you, my little fawn, don’t understand that you’re the queen. That’s why you came to me, Fawn. You think I’ll be the one man you can move around instead. The idiot who wouldn’t sacrifice the queen to protect himself. The king who would fall to his knees and beg for mercy at your feet.”
I cover her body with mine, pressing my erection further into her flesh. “Did you think I was still the sweet little boy you knew? You think nothing changed for me on my eighteenth birthday? What makes you believe I’m not a monster like the rest of them?”