Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
“Oh God…” she said as I angled myself, moving against me. “Please, yes… yes…”
I gave her deep, long thrusts that had her crying out as the pleasure ate her up, and her shuddering orgasm was too much for me to stand. The tightness of her milked me until I was cursing, shooting my load deep.
She was a slick, sopping little Eve when I pulled out, but the anal beads were still all the way in. Good girl.
I pulled them out one by one, slowly, fired up all over again as she gasped as each bead came free, and then I moved up close, eyes fixed on the final big bead as I eased it out.
Her dirty hole winked as the bead popped out and my angel gasped all over again. Beautiful. My God, she was still gaping, just a little. I buried my tongue right inside there, deep into the true filthy pleasures, wanting everything I could get from her. Every single fucking thing.
But I wasn’t the only one of us who felt like that, clearly. Possessed. As she looked down at me eating her ass, the Lilith was back, and Rosie shifted herself up, heels against the bedsheets, struggling to rise with bound wrists as I watched her, fascinated.
She managed raise into a kneel, and I joined her. Curious, and she almost toppled as she reached for the marker pen – clearly visible amongst the dark inky patch it had bled onto the white cotton bedding.
My beautiful Rosie was a deviant state of ink, messy hair, skewed dirty glasses, and quick breaths as she knelt before me. Her eyes were as needy and filthy as mine.
Possessed.
I wasn’t the only one suffering from jealousy… or love.
I looked down at my chest as she struggled to write letters of her own, marking my skin.
Hers were barely legible with her wrists bound.
M I…
N…
E
MINE
I looked down as she cast the marker to the side, lowering her head to kiss every letter.
Tingles flourished through me, behind each delicate kiss.
Tingles of love and adoration.
And she was right. It was true. I was hers.
And she was mine.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Rosie
The air seemed so much lighter when we pulled back into Crenham, still in the dick sprayed car. We were all loving life as we unloaded the cases and went upstairs to the apartment. Peter was smiling at Lola, as though some kind of cloud had been lifted, and it was great to see.
“We’ll do it again,” Julian said as he brought the coffees out from the kitchen. “Maybe we could head to the coast next time? A paddle in the sea. Ice creams. Perfection.”
“That would be epic.” Lola grinned. “We’d have to get buckets and spades.”
Julian laughed. “Yes. Although I have to say I’m not much of a sand sculptor. I’ll dig the moat as you three build the turrets, how about that?”
The idea made me smile. I’d love to be building a crazy castle on the beach. It had been years since I’d been near the sea.
Lola and Peter stayed for their coffees then got a cab back to Dine’s Green. Julian didn’t think delivering them back to their front door in a pervert sprayed car would help convince Peter’s neighbours to stop being assholes about him, but at least now we were all laughing about it, and Peter wasn’t hanging his head in dismay. I just hoped it would continue. As they hugged us goodbye, I got the feeling that would be true. Peter’s shame seemed to have eased away. And with it, so had my boyfriend’s.
Boyfriend.
Seemed an odd word for the man nearly old enough to be my grandad. Manfriend maybe?
Nah, if anything, he looked ten years younger than when I first set eyes on the man upstairs. Boyfriend would do nicely.
“Thanks again,” Peter said at the door. “You’ve no idea how much you’ve helped me and Lola.”
He hugged Lola tight before they walked out the door.
My boyfriend hugged me tight once we’d waved them off, letting out a long, contented sigh.
“Thank you for saving me, sweetheart. You’ve given me a new sense of life I never expected to be feeling.”
“In what way?” I asked, even though I knew full well. Julian was a new man, no longer gaunt and haunted, confidence sky high.
“Hmm, one word… emboldened,” he said.
“I think it’s called love,” I said, running my fingers down his shirt. “True love gives you that. I feel the same.”
“Emboldened by love,” he said. “I like the sound of that.”
“And I like the feeling,” I said, “you give me that, Julian. Confidence to… I dunno, be myself.”
He stroked a hand down my arm. “Confidence to have the courage of your convictions. That’s what it is. What we give each other. It’s wonderful to see it in you. I’m very proud of you.”
“Thanks,” I said, his words bringing a tear to my eye. “I’m proud of you, too. Talking about having courage. You’re just… amazing.”