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)
I promise I’ll find a way out.
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I wake up to my heart racing and my body feeling like ice. I stay still, perfectly motionless with my body tense. There’s a thin layer of cold sweat covering me. The nightmares always feel so real. Like it just happened. Like I was back with him, helpless and stuck in that fucking chamber. It’s only after a moment of calming my breathing that I feel her warmth as she stirs beside me.
My little bird. For a moment it makes me feel like I’m back there again, back in the room and I’m quick to look around. But we’re on a bed, a comfortable one with sheets and a blanket. She’s with me though; she came down here to sleep with me.
I open my eyes and peek at Toby, fast asleep by the open door. He’s huddled in a ball and even he didn’t wake this time. I turn over onto my side and pull her small body closer to me. I kiss the crook of her neck and look up, staring at the wall and the camera. It’s off, but it’s there, staring back at me.
Not only watching me, but it’s watching her, too.
I don’t want her here at night. It’s too real with her in my arms. I whisper into the stale air, loving the feel of her soft body in my arms, “I'll always protect you, little bird.”
The moment the words leave me, Robin stirs next to me, opening her weary eyes. They’re still red-rimmed from earlier, and I know she’s tired. No one is sleeping in this house. I give her a worn out smile and push the hair from her face.
“You left me,” she whispers. I shake my head, denying it. Never. I’ll never leave her. The accusation in her voice mixed with pain is a heavy cocktail, and I don’t want to carry the burden.
“I’m right here,” I tell her and when I do, a small smile tugs her lips up just slightly. It softens me and warms my chest. But then she reaches up. I’m quick to snatch her wrists. Quick to stop her. I can’t help the reaction. I know it’s part of my fucked up head. How once I didn’t have my father to fight anymore, I found myself consumed with the past and tearing myself apart instead.
“I want to touch you,” she tells me softly, and I stay perfectly still. She can help me. She wants to help me, and I desperately need it. I need her.
My fingers dig into the mattress, and I have to close my eyes as her hands slowly slide up my shirt.
“You’re the only one I’ve let touch me,” I tell her in a soft voice.
It was years ago, back when giving her everything was all I had left.
“It would have been different,” I start to say, but my voice gets choked. The anger starts to rise, and my blood heats. I close my eyes, breathing out slowly.
It’s not her fault, I tell myself. I knew what I was doing when I set her free. But knowing how it all played out… I can’t help but feel animosity.
“Punish me, Jay,” I hear her soft plea and it forces my eyes open. “Please,” she begs me.
I hate how weak she sounds in this moment. I don’t want that for her, and I quickly silence her before she can do it again. I crash my lips against hers, spearing my fingers through her hair and parting her lips to deepen the kiss. She obeys me instantly, arching her neck and digging her fingers into my thigh. Letting me know she’s not going to move them.
I don’t mind her being weak for me. But not when it’s tinged with guilt.
She moans into my mouth, and my dick instantly hardens. I rock it into her, needing to feel something. A voice hisses in the back of my head, mine, as I break the heated kiss and catch my quickened breath.
“Punish me, Jay,” Robin begs me in a whisper laced with desire. Her eyes are still closed as she waits for my answer.
“Would it make you feel better?” I ask her as I press my chest against hers and slowly let go of her wrists. “If I took it out on you?” I whisper the question, feeling the heat between our bodies mingle with our breath. I slide my fingers along her collarbone and then to the thin silk strap of her nightgown. I don’t stop, my touch forcing the strap down her shoulder, letting it fall and exposing her left breast.
My cock is impossibly hard as I stare down at her gorgeous skin, trailing my finger over every inch and watching with bated breath as goosebumps follow my path.
Her pale rosy nipples are already hard as I reach down and pinch one with my forefinger and thumb, pulling back slightly and making her head fall back. A moan slips through her lips, and it forces precum to leak from my cock.