Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Please,” I croak and grab onto his wrist, trying to pry his hand away. I’m afraid he’s going to hurt me, take and take until there isn’t anything else to take. “Please don’t…” I’m not sure what I’m asking him not to do, all I know is that I don’t want him to hurt me or rape me. I’m not sure I could come back from that type of pain.
Leaning into my face, his nose brushes over mine, it’s such an intimate action that doesn’t match his behavior. He watches me cautiously as I tremble. I can’t allow myself to fall for his softness. I have to remember he is the one who hurt me, the one who took me away in the middle of the night.
Pulling back an inch, his steely gaze roams my face. I can feel the power he exudes as he holds me to the mattress without barely any effort.
The weight of his body, the steel rod between his legs pressing into my belly, a reminder of what’s to come. It’s frightening. How he could easily snap my neck with nothing more than the flick of his wrist or steal my virtue while holding me against the bed.
“Then don’t make me. Take off your fucking clothes, get in the shower, and listen to what I tell you. I’ve already shown you more mercy than I should have. Don’t force my hand, Elena, don’t make me hurt you; I promise you that it won’t be something you easily forget. You think I’m a monster now, but you haven’t even seen a sliver of what I’m capable of.”
I don’t realize how much I’m trembling until he pulls away, releasing my throat and taking the warmth of his body with him.
For a moment, I simply lie there, my chest heaving, fear pumping through my veins. My hand moves on its own, pressing against the flesh at my throat where it still feels as if he’s holding me, his grasp like a steel shackle.
“Are you going to obey, or do you want to test my patience and resolve?” he whispers, and I decide to swallow my pride, and my need to escape for the time being. There will be other instances where fighting back is more worth my while. I need to save my strength.
Sitting up, I come to stand on shaky legs, cross the room, and walk into the bathroom, feeling his presence at my back the entire time.
Once inside the bathroom, the lights flick on, and my eyes burn at the brightness. I look down at the floor, my fingers shake, and goosebumps pebble my flesh when I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off. It drops to the floor just like my stomach.
I’ve never been naked in front of a man. Never shown any of my intimate parts to one, and now I have no option. If I force his hand, I don’t doubt he’ll hurt me.
“I’ve never been naked in front of a man before.” My cheeks burn at the admission.
“There’s a first time for everything. You should get used to being naked in my presence because next month, we’ll be married, and I’ll be taking that cherry between your legs.”
It’s hard not to flinch at the words he says, but somehow, I manage.
Looking down my body, I realize that the scratches on my legs look like they have been cleaned. When did that happen?
Julian clears his throat, and his impatient eyes are on me. I know it even though I’m not looking at him. I can feel them piercing into my flesh, branding me, watching my shaky movements. Pressing my lips together, I dip my fingers into the waistband of my panties and push them down my legs. I feel like I’m signing my own death certificate with the motion. Naked, he could easily take from me. He could steal my virtue, not that I think clothes would stop him, but they’re another barrier, a security blanket.
Crossing an arm over my chest, I cover my boobs and use my other hand to cover the space between my thighs while still refusing to look at him. I don’t want to see the satisfied glint in his eyes. I don’t want him to think he’s won because the battle has merely begun.
Julian’s eyes darken further; emotions I don’t understand swirling in their depths.
“Drop your arms,” he says gruffly.
Obeying, I drop my arms down to my sides. Shaking with fear, I flinch as he walks closer, nearly touching me as he reaches into the shower behind me and turns it on. I relax but only a little as he reappears at my side, plucking a strand of hair off my shoulder, wrapping it around one finger. Inspecting it like it’s a rare jewel.
Leaning to my ear, his hot breath tickling the lobe, he whispers, “Such a beautiful bride you will be. I cannot wait to sink my cock deep inside your virgin pussy and watch as you bleed around me. I’ll be your first and your last.”