Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
To think, I once imagined Ren as my salvation.
As I surrender to the comfort of sleep, I have to wonder if he’ll end up being the death of me instead.
25
REN
The sound of my own gasp startles me awake.
I can’t hear much else other than my heart pounding in my ears. The dream was so vivid this time, but then they have been ever since that night.
The only reason I’m not filled with uncontrollable rage now is knowing Christian is dead. He learned you can’t outrun your sins, and it isn’t some invisible man in the sky who does the punishing.
He’s never going to hurt a kid again.
He’ll never starve them, torture them, or twist their minds until they don’t know fact from fantasy.
He learned what happens when somebody bigger and stronger than him decides to balance the scales.
My only regret after waking up is that we can’t kill him again. When the pain and humiliation is as fresh as it was back then when I was nothing but a kid who couldn’t defend himself. I didn’t do anything wrong, but the truth never mattered. Not when Joseph decided otherwise.
I can hardly contain the rage blazing in my gut at the memory of being ignored, called a liar, having my every move and even every bite of food watched over. The rage burns as hot and bright as ever whenever I’m thrust back into those strange, confusing days.
If this goes on much longer, I’ll end up with a hole burned through me. The only consolation I have is that soon it’ll be over—and if wiping out Rebecca and her evil asshole of a son is anywhere near as satisfying as it was to watch Christian bleed out, I’m more eager than ever.
And apparently, my cock is too. I’m hard as steel and have been since before I woke up. I can only imagine the vivid memories of Christian’s final, tortured moments got it this way. The fact that Scarlet’s smooth, plump ass presses against it turns my excitement into something deeper. Bigger.
I would normally work out until I collapse after waking up this way.
Rock hard, my heart pumping, full of adrenaline. It was the only way to burn off the energy that would otherwise leave me wanting to take the cabin apart with my bare hands—until now.
Now, I have a much better outlet, and she happens to be in my arms.
Warm and soft, she fits perfectly against me. The missing piece of my life’s puzzle. I bury my nose in her hair and breathe in deep, my arms pulling her flush with me. Lavender. Wildflowers. Her sweetness and innocence.
I need it more than ever.
I need her.
A minute ago, I was vividly recollecting the pleasure of using my hands to help end a useless life. Now, they cup Scarlet’s tits, molding and massaging; my thumbs and forefingers pinch her nipples until she wakes with a start.
“What are you—” she whispers, breathless, but her question is cut off by the presence of my cock sliding between her ass cheeks.
“I need you.” I groan in her ear before biting the lobe, reveling in her gasp. “Move your ass up and down my cock. You feel how hard I am for you? How badly I need to claim you right now?”
“Y-Yes.” She’s shaking with desire, as she begins working her ass up and down my shaft. I look down between us to find the fat head of my cock slipping in and out from between her round cheeks. They mold around me perfectly—yet another part of her body that seems made for me.
All of her is.
“Mine.” I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and she gasps again, louder this time. I can’t help it. The sound is heavenly.
The impulse was impossible to ignore. I had to taste her skin.
She tries to turn her head, to look back at me, the rise of fear in her voice speaking volumes. “What are you doing?”
I barely hear her whispered question over the pounding of my heart. I set things right. A surge of sheer exhilaration blasts its way through me, making me rock my hips while rolling her pink buds until she whimpers in pain.
“Can’t take it?” I ask before running my tongue over the side of her neck, layering pleasure on top of the pain until she writhes helplessly because, in the end, it’s all sensation. The fluttering of her pulse beneath her tender skin brings to mind a hummingbird’s wings.
Let her pretend all she wants. Let her shrink back in fear and act like she doesn’t know she needs this. Her body knows better, the same way I do.
“Then I guess that’s not your cunt dripping on my balls, right?” So wet. It takes so little. Because she’s mine, and only I will ever do this to her.