Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Her heavy eyes meet mine when I bring the knife back down between her legs. “The point is to make the Lady as ugly as possible. It doesn’t matter if he loves her or not. It’s the fact that she stepped out on him. We are all about loyalty, devotion. That’s what I love about you, Elli.”
She whimpers at the use of the L-word.
Pulling the chair back between my open legs, I place the knife to her taped lips, and she shakes uncontrollably. Her eyes are on mine, and I watch them swim in tears, wondering how long it will take to break her. She’s too strong for her own good. Blinking, they spill over her bottom lashes and down over the tape.
“He trained you well, Elli,” I say, and a sob racks her body. “But it’s time you learn who you really are.” My eyes go to the red dot in the corner of the room up in the ceiling. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d never see it. I hid it well. I look back at her. “You may become Chance’s wife, but you will always be my whore.” Then I turn on the vibrator with the remote, tossing it across the room, and sit back, enjoying the sound of her muffled cries and moans with the Sharpie in my hand, ready to keep score.
ELLINGTON
I’M LYING ON the shower floor, body shaking. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here but I’m sure the water is cold by now. I don’t feel it. I’m numb. Too tired to move, to even open my eyes.
I don’t know how long Sin was here. Time didn’t exist. At one point, he untied me from the chair and carried me to my bedroom. He continued on my torture there. Vibrator, belt, tape, and rope. Any position he could think of, he fucked me.
I would pass out and then wake up again. It was an endless cycle of pleasure that my body begged for.
I keep having flashbacks, though. Bits and pieces coming back to me.
“Good girl, Elli,” Sin whispers in my ear. “Fuck,” he groans, and his hand slides into my already tangled hair. “You’re doing so good.”
Pushing the side of my head down into the mattress, I don’t even fight him. There’s no point. I’ve got nothing left. He’s on a mission to kill me—death by orgasms. Is there a better way to go? No.
The sound of the headboard hitting the wall fills the room along with his heavy breathing. He’s close to coming. Again. “That’s it.” His hips push forward, moving to push my face down into what was once our bed. “Goddamn, Elli. Your cunt feels so good.”
I can’t breathe, but that’s nothing new. At this point, I’m not even sure how I’m still alive. I’ve lost count of time and days since I found him standing in my living room. I’ve been his toy to play with. To use however he wants, and my body has loved every second of it.
His hand in my hair raises my face and I suck in a breath through my nose since I’ve still got tape over my mouth. He only takes it off to fuck my mouth then applies new pieces once he’s done using it.
My legs are spread wide, my back arched painfully high, and my restrained arms are pinned between us behind my back. They rub against the fresh tattoo and the pain turns me on even more.
I can’t decide if I’m in hell or heaven.
My pussy pulses around his pierced dick as he fucks me ruthlessly. At this point, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come but the tallies on my skin keep track for me. “That’s it, little demon. Show me how much you love being my whore by coming on my dick.”
I whimper, unable to make any other noise, my body stiffening as I do exactly what he wants. Dots flash across my vision, my breathing halting altogether. My eyes roll back into my head as my muscles start to spasm. He controls every part of me, mind and body. I can’t stop it.
Shoving his hips forward, he stills as his cock pulses inside me. Pulling out, he lets go of me and I fall onto the bed, trying to catch my breath.
I feel him get off the bed but I’m too tired to open my eyes as tremors rack my body. He grabs my ankles, pulling me farther down the bed to the footboard. He spreads them wide and wraps something rough around each one. Rope. I’m spread wide open for him.
His hand grips my hair, and he moves my head to the other side. “Look at me,” he commands.
My heavy eyes open and he’s leaning over the side of the bed, his face in front of mine. His free hand grips my taped cheeks while his eyes search my tear-streaked face. I haven’t been able to stop them. On top of pain, my entire body is overstimulated. It’s vibrating from the inside out.