Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
He thrusts into me without mercy as I scream with pleasure. Wanting more, but trying desperately to get away. My body is propped up, and I’m trying to just hold on. And then his fingers strum my throbbing clit, and I can’t take any more. My lungs still, my body goes stiff and every nerve ending explodes with a fire I’ve never felt before.
He groans my name and his thick cock pulses inside of me, his hot cum filling me and leaking between us. It’s only then that I can breathe, with his lips barely touching my neck as he pumps short shallow strokes, prolonging his release and sending shivers down my body.
He presses his lips to my neck and I breathe easy, a feeling of longing overwhelming me as I hold him closer. But as quickly as it came, it’s gone. He pulls out and moves off the bed, leaving the chill of the room to creep closer to me. I watch his back as he walks to the bathroom, and the reality of what’s happened slams against my chest.
My breathing comes in frantic pants, and my eyes go wide. I’m not safe. I don’t waste a moment. I don’t listen to what he’s doing; I don't even try looking for him. I climb off the bed and run to the cage, not stopping until I’m in the very back corner and covered by my blanket. His cum leaks down my leg, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
What have I done? What’s wrong with me?
I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I enjoyed what happened or that I didn’t even realize what I’d done until he left me.
He holds a spell over me, his very presence a trance. I can’t escape it. He’s like a drug, and I’ve grown addicted.
I watch as he walks back into the room, stopping only two steps from the bathroom. His brow furrows as he looks from the bed to the cage.
And then his eyes flash with something else. Something I’ve truly never seen from him.
Anger.
He looks fucking pissed. His hands ball into white-knuckled fists. His eyes narrow as he locks onto my gaze, forcing me to maintain eye contact and he stomps over to the cage.
I try to scoot back farther, away from him and his rage, but I can’t. I’m cornered.
But I’m safe.
My heart beats faster.
He won’t come in here. I’m safe here.
But I’m not.
He doesn’t hesitate to bend down, walk straight into the cage and grab me by my ankle. He yanks me toward him, and I yell.
My fingers try to grip onto the bars, but they slip as he pulls me into his chest.
I scream and try to kick away.
No! He lied! He lied to me! My heart tries to climb out of my throat as fear consumes me.
“Stop fighting me, princess,” he says quietly and his voice is gravelly low.
My blood runs cold, and I still in his arms from fear of what he’s going to do. I knew it was too good to be true. I’m not safe. I never was.
He brings me to the bed, and I wait for his fury to be unleashed. My body sinks into the mattress, and I keep my eyes closed.
But nothing happens. I pull the blanket tighter around me, as if it can protect me. It never has before, but I have nothing else. There’s nothing left.
After a moment passes with the only sound being his heavy breathing, I open my eyes.
The bed dips and groans as he sits on the bed, his back to me.
I don’t understand.
“You won’t ever do that again.” Gio’s voice is hard, unforgiving. And I cower behind him. “Do you understand? I’ll take your cage away if you dare leave me like that.” He finally turns to face me, and I can see the hurt in his eyes. “You will let me give you aftercare, do you understand that?”
My heart’s racing, and I feel so confused. He leans down and kisses me. His tender touch is so unexpected. My heart swells, and tears leak down my cheek.
I don’t understand it.
He pulls away with his eyes still closed and says, “You don’t leave me after something like that. Not until I say you can.” He opens his eyes. “You need to be comforted. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I answer weakly.
His eyes roam over my face, searching for something. “Are you okay?” His voice is so soft, so calm. It’s a side of him I haven’t seen.
I nod my head, but my fingers slowly rise to my throat.
An asymmetric grin pulls his lips up. “Did you like that?” he asks, his fingers touching mine and then sliding down my throat.
I can’t lie. I didn’t. I shake my head slightly, and concern is written all over his expression.
“Please don’t,” I shut my eyes and I can’t continue.