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)
“Oh, god…”
“Tell me where he is, tell me, baby, tell me, so I can fill your ass with my fucking cum…” Pleasure becomes pain as he pinches the tiny nub.
“Julian,” I whimper, thrashing against the sheets, making his cock go deeper and rub against something incredible in my ass. “I… I can’t take it anymore… I can’t come again.” My body is aching, my core clenching around nothing.
“You can, and you will. You’ll keep coming until you tell me; Until you can’t walk, or until I’ve decided you’ve been punished enough. Now take my cock in your ass.” He thrusts harder, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
With his cock in my ass, and his fingers on my clit, I’m overwhelmed. The feeling is so intense that I don’t know how long I can take it.
Then he grabs a fistful of hair and tugs my head backward.
Like an addict, I crave his touch, and when he pinches my clit again, the pain and pleasure collide so profoundly. I come one last time. It’s quick and powerful like a punch, but then it leaves my clit so sensitive that it almost hurts.
No, not almost… it hurts. It’s too much. I try to pull away, try to close my thighs, but Julian’s fingers are relentless. My whole body jerks as if I’m getting zapped, but Julian just holds me down more, his hand on the back of my neck, pressing me down into the mattress.
I feel like I’m about to implode, and that’s when I know he’s won.
“The beach house… he’ll be at the beach house,” I cry out.
His fingers leave my clit, and relief washes over me a moment before the guilt hits me.
He crests a moment later, filling my ass with his sticky semen and collapsing on top of me.
Kissing my shoulder, he whispers, “Good girl.”
“We used to go there when I was a kid,” I admit shamefully. “Please, don’t kill him.”
“I have to.”
“Please, don’t, I can’t be with the man who kills the only family I have left.”
“And I can’t let the man live who killed mine.”
34
Julian
At my words, she goes completely silent. I didn’t even mean to say it. My confession just slipped out. That doesn’t take away the honesty of my words, though.
Pushing up and off her body, I move to sit on the edge of the bed. My cock is still hard, sliding out of her tight little asshole. She doesn’t move as I get up and start undoing her handcuffs. Free, she continues to lie on her stomach even as I go into the bathroom and retrieve a washcloth to clean her up.
She whimpers as I move the warm cloth between her legs but doesn’t say anything. When she is clean, I roll her over onto her back, so I can look at her face. Her eyes collide with mine, and I see the whirlwind of emotions reflecting back at me. Inside her depths, I could drown a thousand times over. She wears her emotions like a sweater for the world to see.
Confusion, apprehension, fear. She is digesting what I told her. Trying to wrap her mind around her father killing someone I loved.
“He killed your family?” she finally asks.
“He killed my mother… and the baby she was carrying.”
Her big blues go wide and tears well over, cascading down the sides of her cheeks. I watch the droplets, hating that she is crying for me.
“I can’t imagine him doing something like that.”
Anger rears its ugly head. “I can assure you, he did. He killed her. He even admitted to it.” I’m trying my best not to be enraged over the fact that she is defending her father, but it’s hard, so hard, especially after the way he ran when she fell, if he was half the man she thinks he is, he would’ve come to her rescue. “He’s not a good man, Elena,” I add.
“Neither are you,” she rebuts, and I can’t argue with that.
“I know I’m not. I’ve never claimed to be either. Still, there are lines even I won’t cross. I would never kill a pregnant woman. There is no point in arguing about this. Your father will die, whether you like it or not, and I’ll be the one to end him.”
Anguish washes over her face. “Maybe it’s a mistake? Or maybe it was an accident?”
“It wasn’t. Your father is not the man you think he is. You know he told everyone your mother died in a car crash? He’s a liar and a murderer. And don’t forget that he sold you to me, a man that he knows hates him.”
“Yes, and you bought me! Let’s not forget that, either. You bought me like an item on the shelf in the store. Then you locked me in this room and chained me to your bed! You kill people, you lie, and steal. You’re just as much of a criminal as he is.”