Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“No, you don’t,” he says, giving me a rough thrust. “You’ve never hated me, not since I came into your room and fucked your tight little pussy and put my claim on it. You’ve given yourself to me from the beginning. And you’re going to keep doing that, Laura. You’re going to be my little fuck toy, my little hole, my fucking bride. I’m going to marry you, and you are going to be my wife. I am going to own you for the rest of your life. Now take my cum.”
He fills me up with his seed. I feel him pulsing inside my ass, and I hear the rough animal sounds of his pleasure as he uses this sensitive, secret part of me. He is not the only one to come. I can’t hold back either.
My ass grips his cock so fucking tight as I come on his cock, milking him with animal desperation. He buries deep in my ass and pulls me back against him, sliding me out of the car, letting me have some humanity again. I am not just a hole to be used anymore. I am the one he loves again.
“Fuck,” I curse as he slides out of me, letting a hot trail of seed run down my cheeks. “What the fuck am I doing?”
“Giving into fate, darling,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. It’s a very sweet gesture given what he just did to me and where he just did it, but then again, for Sam, this was a pretty tame interlude.
He looks down into my eyes, gripping my chin to turn my face up toward him. He has a question, and it must be answered.
“Why did you run, baby?”
“Because I knew this would consume me. I knew if I didn’t get away right now, I never would. I knew you’d never let me go.”
“You were right,” he says. “I am never, ever going to let you go. And you are never, ever going to get away. So you can run if you want, but every time you do, you can guarantee you are going to end up with a very sore ass full of cum, you understand?”
“Yeah,” I mumble.
He grips my chin and turns my head toward him. “Eyes on me, little one,” he drawls. “Answer me properly.”
“Yes, sir,” I say softly.
“Good girl.”
EPILOGUE
Laura
Our wedding is scheduled to take place on a crisp autumn morning. Sam and I are going to say I do underneath an arch of white roses overlooking the ocean. It’s a fantasy fairytale storybook sort of affair, and I have a sense of being swept up in something far greater than myself.
The function is kept relatively small and private, at an oceanside club where our family feels particularly feral to my mind. John’s guests are a varied group of people, I notice. They’re not all truck drivers, I can tell that much. There are a lot of suspicious lumps in the various suits. Everyone here is packing. In spite of that, the energy and mood is very much one of a family affair.
During the practice dinner, Bracken is running amok and picks up the carving knife from the caterer’s table. At this point, my mother barely notices what the little creature does.
Sam reaches back as Bracken rushes by like a small killer and takes the knife away, prompting a small scream of rage. Undeterred by being disarmed, Bracken grabs a fork from the table and tries to lodge it in his leg.
He laughs.
“I hope our baby is like this,” he says. “Smart, and…”
He wants to say evil, but he wants to find a cuter, more age-appropriate word. Bracken’s not really evil, of course. Bracken is just a kid. And our baby will just be a baby too. But what if they take after him? What if they have that same ruthlessness and native cold?
I have to hope that there is goodness in me that will protect our babies, and that whatever is inside Sam is so unique to him it cannot possibly be recreated in anyone else.
John comes by and sweeps Bracken up and away. She giggles at the top of her lungs as he plays airplane with her. Everyone loves Sam. Including me. But I am the only one who knows what he really is. Who he really is. I am the only one who knows his secrets, maybe not the details, but the depth of them. I am the one who feels his darkness. I am the vessel of it. There is an intimacy between us that will remain between us forever.
My wedding morning comes. I am dressing in a room filled with glowing sunlight. I look as pretty as I have ever looked. Maybe as pretty as I will ever look. My dress has been tailored to allow for the bump, because I am six months pregnant and very much showing.