Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
My world is changing so rapidly and I don’t know where to go from here.
He appears behind me and wraps his arms protectively around my body. He hugs me against him and breathes deep, smelling my neck and hair, and sighs. I release a soft whimper because it feels so good to be held and protected and hugged like this. I feel so safe with him. I can’t remember ever feeling this safe before in my life.
“My father said those things to control you. He wanted to keep you sad and stuck because he enjoyed torturing you too damn much to ever risk letting you have your own life. It was never about you, it was always about him. Orin Hayle was a miserable, pathetic old man. Nobody loved him, not even my mother, and he knew it. Cait despised him so much she fell into drugs just to get him out of her head, and I think he always knew that he was to blame for her spiral.”
“Kellen,” I say, choking up again.
“Just listen. You’re wrong when you say nobody could want you. I’m as bruised and battered and scarred as you are, if not more, and I’m telling you there’s a whole world out there. I can show it to you, if you want, or when this is all over I can give you what I promised and release you to do whatever you choose. This will be your land, not the Hayle family’s home anymore, and you can exorcise all the demons from this place and make it your own. Whatever you want, but don’t think you’re ruined just because my bitter, awful father told you to feel that way. Just don’t do that to yourself.”
I sob again and he hugs me close. I cry into his chest and wonder how the hell we got here. Marriage, sex, a ring, and now he’s trying to make me feel better about myself like he actually cares. Where does it end? What can I do?
Finally, I calm down, and kiss him. I feel that spark again, deep in my core, but this time there’s something else. I crave a release so badly it’s like an ache in my guts, like if I don’t get rid of this horrible feeling, this bad memory of Orin and my failures and all my self-loathing, I’ll explode into a thousand pieces and never recover.
I shove him back to the bed. He responds by sitting down and I straddle him, kissing him desperately. I need this, right now, with the ring on my finger to prove to myself that I’m not a failure, that I’m not a piece of garbage. I undress in a hurry, get his pants off, kiss his chest and arch my back as I slide along his shaft, taking him deep inside with one vicious thrust. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care that my legs are shaking. I need him right now so badly I could scream.
He groans in surprise and I ride him. I put my hands on his muscular stomach and ride, faster and faster, panting and moaning. I want to work my body and make it hurt right now. I slam back against him, over and over, harder and harder. I need to do this, because if I don’t then I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get rid of all these horrible feelings I’ve had inside of me so long. He slaps my ass and I gasp, loving the pain, and beg him to do it again. He spanks me, again and again, and I ride him faster and faster, whirling my hips in circles and building the pleasure, my elbows pressing my breasts together.
He licks my nipples, bites them, and spanks me. I look at the glittering ring on my finger, and his cock’s buried so deep it’s like he’s a part of me. I groan and work harder, putting my back into it, slamming down on his thick cock so hard I’m afraid I’ll break myself, but I don’t give a damn. I groan and gasp his name and each new rough slap on my bare ass hurts and sends me closer and closer, until finally, god, finally, I come in a cascade, a massive relief, and insane blissful heavenly explosion that casts a crazy light on all the darkness in my mind.
I come and I’m crying, but he doesn’t seem to mind, he kisses the tears away and stays buried between my legs. I come and come, and soon he gasps in surprise and comes too.
We topple sideways, onto the bed, his cock still inside of me. He holds me like that, breathing slowly, buried deep between my legs. I’m sweating and dizzy and spent, so utterly spent. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way before, like I’m drained of everything.