Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I’m crushed beneath the weight of too many feelings, suffocated by them. I can’t find my way out.
I need to feel nothing.
I need to be numb.
Jonathan turns off the light.
I can breathe again when the room is dark.
He lets me catch my breath, then he asks simply, “What do you need?”
Relief hits me so hard, my knees nearly buckle. A cool tear skips over the hollow beneath my eye and rolls fast down my cheek.
“Use me,” I whisper.
He wraps his fingers around my throat and pushes me back against the wall, pressing his hard body against mine. “Yeah?”
Relief flutters through me.
I nod, swallowing the lump of regret in my throat.
This is what I needed.
It feels so good to be touched like I’m not some fragile, breakable thing.
At the same time, he’s almost tender. Pushing me against the wall with his strong body, but bringing his other hand up and stroking my jawline with his thumb. “You sure?” he murmurs, dipping his head to kiss my jaw, gripping my head and moving it, moving me so he can kiss wherever he wants to.
I wasn’t sure, but I am now. “Yes.”
He forces me back against the wall again and pins me there. The pressure of his hard body against mine is so reassuring.
He lets go of my face and neck, backing up just enough to grab the satin belt around my waist and untie it. He grabs the flimsy robe and shoves it down past my shoulders. The material drops and pools on the floor by my feet, and now I’m standing in front of him completely naked.
It’s dark, but I can still feel his savage gaze rake over me. My face heats and I look down as he moves close again.
While he still has me against the wall, he presses into me again, palming my tit and squeezing it like he has a right to. “Any rules?” he asks.
“I might fight you.” My heart thuds as I say the words aloud.
“Do you want me to stop if you do?”
“No.”
He nods like he understands and bends to kiss my neck. His kiss starts gently like his touch did, but then his grip on my throat tightens until I almost can’t breathe and he bites down so hard, I cry out.
My heart pounds as his hand slides down my stomach. “You want it rough?” he murmurs against my neck as his palm slides down to cup my pussy.
I guess he was just giving me a sample to see what I’d be signing up for if I said yes.
I swallow. It feels dangerous, but it also feels… perfect.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yeah?” He skims the slit between my thighs, but finding it mostly dry, brings his fingers back up and shoves them in my mouth. “Lick my fucking fingers so they’re nice and wet when I shove them in your cunt.”
My pussy throbs at his harsh command, my mouth opening obediently. He’s rough with my mouth, pushing two fingers deep and gagging me.
“Christ, you’re such a good little slut,” he says, grabbing me roughly, kissing the side of my face as he gags me with his fingers. “You want to gag on my cock, too, pretty girl?”
I can’t answer until he takes his fingers out of my mouth, but as he makes good on his promise and shoves his fingers into me, I breathe, “I want whatever you want.”
“Mm, such a good girl,” he murmurs approvingly.
Despite his reassuring words, his fingers move inside me violently. It feels fucking amazing. There’s no issue with dryness now. My pussy makes wet noises as he rams his fingers in and out of me. I think I should be embarrassed, but the way he makes me feel… I don’t. I feel like I’m exactly as broken as he wants me to be in this moment, like he wouldn’t change one single thing.
The intensity of the pleasure as he batters my pussy makes my whole body feel weak. My head falls back against the wall, and he nips at my exposed neck while he roughly finger fucks me. Horrifyingly, I feel close to coming already. My eyes roll back when he grazes my skin with his teeth, then sucks hard, shoving his fingers into me harder, making it harder to breathe.
“Look at that,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of me and appraises them. “Dripping wet for me already.”
He grabs my face and crushes his lips to mine. I gasp at the brutality, grabbing onto his sides. It’s not really a kiss because kisses are nice. It’s an attack, but his roughness feels so good.
When he breaks away from me, my heart is pounding. He grabs my wrist and drags me over to his bed.
Once we’re close enough, he shoves me hard. I land on the mattress, scooting back as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans.