Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
"I thought I made it clear you couldn't get away from me."
I let out a sigh of frustration. Now we’re back to that. A statement I thought was negated by him calling me a cunt to use back in that kitchen.
Which man do I trust? The one who hurt me a month ago or the one who wants to hurt me now?
When a minute of silence passes between us, he unleashes a long, hissing sigh.
"Bel—" His words are cut off when I slash out to shove his hand away and realize too late that the glass in my hand dug into his arm, right below the other wound I had already inflicted.
I jerk my gaze from the blood.
His jaw is set tight, and he grits his teeth. "Flower..."
Like a cobra striking, he snatches my hand and twists it hard. I gasp, and my fingers spasm, releasing the glass. I watch as it falls to the forest floor. Shit. I jerk my hand away and cradle it to my chest, then risk another glance at his face. It's different now. Devoid of emotion, blank, even as I watch the blood drip down his forearm and off his fingertips.
He leans in so his face is even with mine, and he licks my lips in a small swipe. "I think it’s time for your punishment, Flower…”
I swallow hard and try to slow my breathing. It's pointless since he no doubt already knows I'm so fucking wet my panties are soaked. "What are you going to do?"
He tilts my chin up toward him and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. It's more than a kiss, it's a claim and control on my soul, a command on my existence. I moan and clench my hand around his forearm, the warmth of his blood slipping along my skin.
His lips force mine open, and his tongue slips inside, tangling with mine. I can't do anything but let him guide me to the ground as I submit to the brutality of that kiss. To the brutality of him. Yet in the back of my mind, the events from that day play on repeat.
“We can’t do this!” I growl against him.
“We can, and we are.” He grunts, easily overpowering me.
“Let go of me!” I hiss, but the idea of him letting go of me leaves me cold and disappointed.
“Never. You’re mine. Forever.” His tone is granite-hard and laced with need. A need I feel through my entire body as his hand slips from my waist and under my skirt. “I wanted to fuck you nice and slow and show you how much I crave you, but I realized that’s not what you need. What you need is darker than that.”
“Stop,” I exclaim, even as his hand presses against my pussy.
“You want me to take it from you so you don’t have to admit how much you wanted me in the first place, and that’s fine. You can hate me for it, hate me as you come all over my cock, because to me, your hate and love taste the same.”
I barely blink, and he has me turned so my knees are in the piles of leaves, and my ass is in the air. Another blink and my tights are being ripped, the sound echoing through the empty forest. Cold air flashes across the backs of my thighs and ass, the rest of the material still in place.
Did he really just rip a hole in my tights?
Next come my panties, as a loud rip cuts through the night sounds, and I’m so flabbergasted I don’t know what to make of it. He’s holding the glass I dropped and hacks away at the material, not even nicking my skin once. He shoves the panties and the glass into the pocket of the jacket I'm still wearing. His fingers smooth over my ass cheeks, and with them comes something warm.
Blood. His blood. I should be repulsed at the thought, but I’m not. It drips down onto my skin, and he smears it across my flesh, painting me with it.
“Fuck, Bel, you look so pretty with my blood staining your silky smooth skin.”
I hang my head and just try to be glad he can't see my face right now. Let him think I can't stand him, that I hate him, that I never want him to touch me again, when it's all the opposite. Those same fingers that we’re just smearing blood across my ass trail down and enter me all at once. The harsh intrusion knocks the air out of my lungs, but I'm wet enough for it. I shiver as the sensations of pleasure roll through me.
He fucks me hard and fast with two fingers, my cunt making terrible slurping noises as I bite my lip to stop myself from saying his name. Fuck. He doesn’t hold back, and the pleasure builds, carrying me higher and higher as he plunges in and out. I’m practically panting, my fingers clinging to the dirt and mud, anything to keep me in place.