Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You fuck yourself dry?” I demand. “I call bullshit on that.”
Callum’s eyes widen in shock as I spit on his dick and his hand. “There you go. Thought you could use some lube.”
My eyes flicker from Callum to the bright light of the computer screen. God, she’s beautiful. A full figure, shoulder-length dark hair. I brush my fingers over the screen, longing to touch her soft skin.
Before Mona, we had a plan. We knew what we wanted—a life away from all the madness my father forced us into. Then she came into our world and pulled us away from that future. Ironically, Mona gave us the freedom we craved by putting us in a cage where we worship her.
At first, I hated her for it. I loathed the girl who softened Callum’s edges and made him see beauty in ways that were foreign to me. I didn’t know why she was so special, why she was the one to capture his heart when hundreds of others were disposable to him.
I wanted to hurt Callum. I wanted to puncture and bruise his flesh in the same way as he tortured my battered heart. I needed to see him suffer for forcing me to watch as he became consumed with Mona.
But all that changed once I saw her strength and kindness amid the horror of my father’s world. As I watched her take care of the other women in her group.
“What’s your favorite song,” Mona asked one girl. She always held the women after my father and his men had roughed them up.
The girl, Lesley, sniffled and whispered, “My Girl.”
Mona nodded and began to sing. Her voice was shaky, but her embrace was firm as she brushed the damp hair away from Lesley’s face. It was deeply moving. Despite her fear, Mona had a deep compassion. She focused on helping another when she didn’t need to. At that moment, I understood how she’d stolen Callum’s heart. Because she’d also stolen mine.
I tug Callum’s hair until his head falls back. “You wish you were fuckin’ her, don’t you, Callum?”
I fist my dick and violently slap his face with it before shoving it deep into his open mouth. “Keep your eyes on the screen, baby boy. I wouldn’t want to punish you again. Eyes on her hands as she moves them over her naked body. Choke on my dick and imagine her cunt wrapping around your cock as she rides you.”
Callum gags on my dick as he desperately gasps for breath.
“That’s it, baby boy. Take it all the way back. I love the way you choke for me.”
I thirst for the salty tears that fall from his eyes. Bending, I lick the saltiness from his cheeks. “You look so pretty when you cry for me.”
Callum’s hands move to my ass, and he pulls me further into his mouth. He’s showing me that he likes it. My boy is trying to regain control.
I laugh, remembering how it used to be me choking while he called me names.
“Where have you been?” I asked as soon as Callum opened the front door.
I hadn’t seen him for days. He snuck out at the break of dawn and stumbled in late at night. I knew he was staying later than he needed to at the compound for her. He had an irrational fear that something would happen to her if he so much as blinked. He was the same with me in the beginning.
But it was different in my situation.
With me, he feared I would kill myself. With Mona, the fear was that my father would have her murdered.
He didn’t utter a word. The quiet thud of his jacket against the wall hook was the only sound.
His silence was maddening.
I stepped toward him, grabbing his throat and slamming him against the wall. “Where have you been?”
My instant rage-filled action had no reaction. Callum stared at me, his eyes vacant, as if the man I loved had become a shell, robotic and lacking in passion. My chest tightened, and my world narrowed as I witnessed the dull lifelessness in his eyes. At that moment, I would have done anything, uttered any word, no matter how depraved, for the faintest glimmer of joy to ignite within him.
I didn’t wait for him to respond. I crushed my lips to his in desperation. Relief flooded through me as he parted his lips, and his tongue tangled with mine in a dance consumed with anger. His body reacted to mine, his cock surging against me.
“Is this what you want?” Callum hissed through gritted teeth.
Before I could respond, he gripped my throat, restricting my ability to speak. “We can do this all night, Atlas. Hashing out violence until we feel something other than pain. I enjoy this game.” The metallic taste of blood invaded my mouth as Callum’s teeth sliced my bottom lip. “Why don’t you be a good boy and get on your knees for me? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”