Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“And why should you get to have what no one else on this ship is allowed?” A fair question, but spoken with rancor.
Trailing his touch from her face, down her throat, soft over the tops of her breasts, the captain hooked a finger where his sheet covered her, pulling enough to warn that she best let go. “You know why.”
But she held that sheet. That final, wispy barrier between them. Held tight. “I’m not pregnant.”
Cocky smile, the male looked right at her kiss-swollen mouth. “We can work on that.”
With a flourish, the blanket was ripped away, thrown to the floor, despite Eugenia’s yelp and sorry attempt to catch it.
Hot lips landed on her shoulder, the captain pressing her down to the bedding, pulling at the towel around his hips and fighting his way between her thighs. As if she were wet and ready.
Which she was not.
His belligerent, deliberate penetration with that massive, uncut dick burned. Burned enough that, despite her proactive enthusiasm the night before, she hissed in pain. “It hurts!”
And he too looked pained, as if pressing in so slow, even as she fought to force him out, tore him apart. “I know you’re sore on multiple levels. And you know I’m substantial. Which is why, when this is done, I’ll make it better.”
“Aaron, please.” Spreading her legs because it hurt a whole lot less, screwing her eyes shut, because no man should look at a woman that way, she whimpered, “You were my only friend.”
And that was so totally fucked up she didn’t even know how to continue.
Like a preacher at his pulpit, he gave his sermon, invaded deeper still. “More than your friend, Eugenia. Now, tell me you feel me inside you.”
It was hard to say, hard to breathe. “Yes.”
“And I’m going to stay there. I won’t share you with the others. It’s my babies you’ll carry. And like I said, you don't have to love me back, but you do have to stay.”
He was too much, the intrusion so much more than cock in vaginal canal. It was how he’d worked his way into her routines, her mind… a familiar tear through the walls she’d built. And it was too much to be borne.
Balls-deep, firmly planted, he whispered, “I do love you.”
And she sobbed all the harder.
“I’ll even get you a ring if you want one.”
She shook her head, eyes screwed shut and aching all over.
Lips brushed hers. “Accept me.”
How could she live with herself?
“I feel you getting wet, so stop shaking your head no. Talk to me and tell me.”
So he could counter with endless arguments? So he could weasel his way deeper into her guts?
“Use your words, Eugenia.”
“Please… I’m begging you not to come in me.”
His answer was a roll of the hips, his cock dragging awfully until her fluid caught and female lubrication cut the burn. He thrust into her slowly, watching her face as she went through the kaleidoscope of madness that came with mental and physical brutality.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. You feel so good, so right.”
But all she felt was grief.
And he knew it, answering her sucking breaths on each thrust with an adoring smile. “You’ll get used to it. You’ll adapt, you’ll learn. The perfect student.”
Slowly, like his cock sinking into her body, butting up against a fertile womb, it sank in. “I’m going to die on this boat.”
With that, he came, his mouth open, face twisted in ecstasy. Eyes holding hers through every kick and spurt as he filled her. And then his head fell to her shoulder, where he began kissing her, where he wrapped his arms around her body. Where he said, “Old and comfortable. Surrounded by our grandchildren.”
“Locked down on Level 9.” This was real. All of it was real.
Sleepy, he nestled. His too-big dick still buried. “I’ll make you happy. I swear it.”
Chapter Thirteen
The ice pack wasn’t optional.
Stunned from what Aaron had just done to her, in broad daylight, as it were. From all he’d just said, Eugenia lay there and couldn't grasp how it had gone so far. And like he always did, he took advantage. Tucking a pillow under her head. Taking inventory of all the battle scars he could find. Replacing Band-Aids, kissing booboos.
He even inspected between her legs where his seed leaked free. Seed he caught up with a finger and put back in with a smile.
Swollen, bruised, he’d told her. But no blood. That last virgin blood had been spilt the prior night, pink smears on the sheets.
The towel Joan had wrapped the ice pack in was soft, laid between the limp thighs of a defeated woman. Chill cut the throb. But the broken heart under her ribs?
There wasn’t going to be an easy fix for that aching organ.
“Do you want your textbooks? I know you like to sleep with them when you’re upset.”