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)
I don’t know his secret. So I just stare at him, confused by what he means but too afraid to ask.
“See,” he scoots closer to me, his leg now touching mine. His black slacks rough against my skin. “If your mother knew that you have been listening, you’d be in big trouble.”
Fresh tears sting my eyes.
“She could lose her job, Elli. And you don’t want that, do you?”
I shake my head. My mother has already been through so much over the past year. Things are just starting to get back to what it was before my father died. “No, sir,” I whisper.
He reaches up, rubbing the stubble on his chin. After a second, he says, “You know, Elli. I’m now married to your mother.” I nod, sniffling. “She’s my wife, which makes you my family too.” I nod again. My mom tells me we’re going to be a happy family and that everything will be okay. “So…” His hand drops back to my thigh. “Why don’t you call me Daddy.”
I open my eyes, sitting up straight and gasping for air at the dream. But it’s not a dream. It was a living nightmare. One I didn’t understand until years later.
Even in death, he haunts me. He’s been dead for two years, and he still makes my skin crawl. That was the first time he ever touched me. Years later, I’d willingly given him my virginity.
I’m used to being someone’s secret. Someone’s whore. That’s what I’m good for. My body was made to serve men. He told me all the time how pretty I was. How sexy I was. And how much I turned him on. I hated him. That he made me want him. How good he made me feel. It was a sickness for us both.
Reaching up, I rub my swollen eyes, wishing I could erase the memory from my brain. My head is stuffy, and I have a pounding headache. My hands drop to my lap, and I look up through my lashes to see him standing at the end of my bed.
He came for me.
He’s still wearing his black mask, hoodie, gloves, and matching jeans. The red contacts stare at me, and I wonder what he’s thinking. I’ve never broken down like that. Not with him. Not with anyone.
I get up on my hands and knees, crawling to the end of the bed. He stays still as a statue as I rise up on my knees, my hands falling to my thighs. I’m naked. After he hung up on me, I took a hot bath where I cried into a bottle of wine, hoping it would help. It didn’t.
“Why don’t you fuck me?” I ask, my voice rough.
He says nothing. Just stands there.
I reach out, raising his hoodie just enough so I can grab his black belt and start to unfasten it. His glove-covered hands grip my wrists painfully. I whimper, my breath quickening. “Why don’t you fuck me?” I demand through clenched teeth. I’m on the verge of being manic. I can feel it bubbling up inside as my mind slips further and further away from me.
The memories of James, David, and Sin… they’re all too much.
He lets go, and I punch him in the chest. “Why? Be a fucking man and fuck me!” I’m screaming, tears stinging my eyes while I gasp to catch my breath. “Can you not get it up?” I try a different angle. Manipulation. Make him prove himself. No man likes to be belittled.
I’ve never seen his dick. He’s tied me up and played with me, but it’s never about him. “Come on.” I give him a taunting smile. “Fuck my mouth. Come all over my face. Make me your whore.” I hold my hands out wide. “That’s what I am, right? Fucking use me.” Tears fall from my eyes, and he just stands there watching me lose my mind.
I climb off the bed and round the bedpost, coming up beside him. He turns to now face me. “If you’re not going to fuck me, then get out,” I shout, pointing at the French doors. “Get the fuck out!” I shove his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “You’re useless,” I spit at him. “Nothing but another useless cock who can’t fuck.”
His hand comes out so fast I don’t even have a chance to react. It wraps around my throat, immediately cutting off my air. His fingers have an iron grip as he lifts me off my feet. I don’t even fight him. A little piece of my heart breaks because my pussy tightens in anticipation of what’s to come. How he’ll use me.
He shoves me on the bed before letting go and flipping me onto my stomach. I go to crawl across it, but a hand grabs my hair, yanking me back, and a cry is ripped from my lips. My nipples rubbing on the fitted sheet makes my breath catch. They’re still swollen and extremely sensitive. He holds me in place while I hear him open and close my nightstand. Then my arms are yanked behind my back. I feel the familiar roughness of a zip tie before he tightens it in place around my wrists.