Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Technically, those weren’t lies. I felt those things. I knew she was looking for validation. She wanted to know that I didn’t choose her at random, that I was falling for her and she was falling for me. She wanted to know if there was a happily ever after for us.
There wasn’t, and I couldn’t let her know the depth of my feelings.
I couldn’t give her that power. She already had far too much control over the situation, even if she didn’t know how to use it. Rose didn’t realize how much she didn’t want the truth, but that was what I was going to give her. Maybe it would force her to realize how helpless she was in the situation, or maybe it would help her harden her heart, so when my plan was complete, she would survive.
“Your mother,” I answered honestly.
“What?” She tried to sit up to look at me, but I held her shoulders down, not letting her move.
“Your mother is the reason I was sent to become a priest. She stole my life from me, so I’m taking hers. You, little Astrid angel, are nothing more than a means to an end. Once I finish destroying your mother’s reputation, stripping her of the power she holds over people, I’m going to make sure that the world knows not a single one of her children is free of scandal.”
My thumb caressed the wet skin of her shoulder as I held her firm.
“Harrison will always be the bastard who proves your mother is a whore, and who then married his secretary. Amelia and Luc may be happily married now, but people still whisper about how she cheated on Marksen with him, how she is just as much of a whore as her mother. You, little angel, will be the final nail in that coffin, as the slut who seduced a priest. When I am done, no one will ever associate with your mother again. She will not survive this last blow.”
“I won’t do it. I won’t be a pawn in your little game,” she said as she tried to sit up.
“You don’t have a choice, little angel,” I laughed. “You already admitted it. I own you. Body and soul, you are mine, and you will be obedient.”
She struggled harder, water splashing all over the tile floor. I didn’t let her go. I tangled my hand in her hair, gripping at the nape and holding her still until she calmed down.
“I hate you,” she seethed, her green eyes alight with fire.
“No, you don’t,” I said, intentionally twisting the knife a little deeper. “I know enough about human nature to know how you really feel. There are dozens of paintings downstairs that tell me you don’t hate me at all. I believe you want to hate me. Deep down, you wish you could hate me, but you can’t. Because deep in your heart, you know the truth. You love me.”
“Fuck you,” she spat. The hatred in her eyes, how her body rubbed against me struggling to get out of the tub, just made my cock hard all over again.
“Watch your language or I will wash out that dirty mouth with my cum,” I taunted.
Her eyes lit up with something more than hatred as she fought me. Her nipples were tight, taut little peaks, her chest heaved with each rapid little pant.
“Fuck you. I’m not—”
I cut off her words by pushing her head under the water and pressing my cock between her lips.
She could try to hate me all she wanted, but that didn’t stop her lips from wrapping around my dick and sucking. I held her there for a few moments, enjoying the pull around my dick before bringing her back up to take a few deep breaths.
“Anything to say?” I asked.
She opened her lips, and before she could speak, I pushed her back down.
Over and over she sucked my cock like a good girl under the water before coming up and gasping for breath.
“You love me,” I taunted every single time she came up for air. “You’re addicted to my cock, and you worship me.”
I pushed her down again and held her there for a few extra moments. When she came up this time, sputtering, I saw the hatred had left her eyes. This was it. She was finally broken.
This time I barely had to guide her back down. She took a deep breath and ducked under to suck me. Over and over I let her suck until I got close then pulled her up so she could take a few deep breaths, reminding her over and over of one simple truth.
I was her god. Her life was in my hands.
CHAPTER 28
THOMAS
Ihad crossed the line and there was no saving my soul from damnation anymore.
It wasn’t just that I broke her in a revenge plot against her vile mother. It was that I enjoyed every single second of it, and I could not bring myself to feel guilt or regret.