Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
She nods her head on my dick and looks up at me. I surge with power and control, but at the same time worry if I’m doing the wrong thing. I don’t want to scare her or hurt her in any way.
“I’ll make you feel good, baby, don’t worry. But first, I need to own you. Make sure you know who the fuck has always owned you. I can treat you nice, Princess, or like a dirty whore. Either way, I’ll make you mine. MINE. Understood?”
Kat tries to lift her head, but I hold her down by the throat. She doesn’t get to come up for air. If she wants to drown so badly, I’ll suffocate her on my cock, so she can understand a bit of the misery I’ve felt during our separation. So she gets an idea of the desperation you go through when you’ve got no place to run. I went to hell because of Kat. and now I want to give her a spoonful of her own medicine.
Her hands move to my chest in desperation. She tries to push me off her, but she’s not with the man she knew; she’s now facing the monster she made. The beast who doesn’t care what she wants, the dark side of me that wants to punish her, hurt, and humiliate her the way she did me.
“You sound so good when you struggle with my cock in your mouth. Finally, you’re worth something, Kat. That’s all you were ever good for, a wet hole to fuck.”
My cock jerks in her mouth with my dirty talk, and she moans in protest. Maybe she can’t breathe, but I don’t care.
You care, you liar.
The rational part of my brain whispers to me, but it’s quieted by the roar of the beast. Kat can’t be mine if I hold her on a pedestal. She has to drop to my level first, fall to pieces before I pick her up and make her whole again.
She tries to talk, and I take the opportunity to shove my balls in her mouth. “Smart mouths always have more room than you think.”
Her coughing and gagging don’t make me stop. I’m not sure anything would at this point. But I know Kat, if she truly wanted me off her, she’d have bitten my dick.
Would she? You don’t know what she’s been through.
A voice in the back of my mind speaks, and I’m transported to the scene of her splayed on the beach, that animal on top of her, and her painfully quiet pleas for him to stop.
“Fuck,” I roar. I scramble off her so quickly that I almost fall off the bed. I pull my pants up over my erection and turn away from her. “Get the fuck out.”
“Why?” she asks, her voice low, barely a whisper.
“I don’t want to be like them. Get the fuck out before I change my mind.”
My eyes shut, and all I can focus on is the sound of her ragged breathing. A soft lament that falls from her lips, a cry that sounds like a low fog horn, a ship wanting safety in the turbulent night. A sound is so haunting, so desolate, that if it doesn’t stop soon, I’ll lose my mind and tear my fucking hair out.
“GET-THE-FUCK-OUT!” I rage.
My raised voice has the effect I want. Her footsteps move rapidly on the hardwood floor, and she opens the bedroom door.
Her plea comes raspy and laced with hurt. “You could tie me up and set me on fire, and you’d never be like them. You’re not evil, Heath.”
Two strides, and I’m in front of her. My hand grips her chin, and she winces from the force of my fingers. Good, because I want it to hurt. I want her to know the sad, pathetic boy is gone, and this man in front of her is capable of all kinds of surprises.
“Sweet Katelyn, I’m the monster the strong men in your life run from.”
With those words, I shove her and watch her ass hit the floor and her eyes well with tears.
“I know you, Heath. You may have changed, that might be true, but you’re not a rapist. Not like my husband or Henry.”
CHAPTER 16
Katelyn
His eyes go cold and dead at my words. He’s frozen in anger, or is it disgust that’s keeping him quiet?
“I only pushed you away because he told me he’d kill you if I didn’t. I married Eddie to escape only to end up in another hellscape.”
Heath brings his hands to his face to hide his emotion. I take his momentary lapse in action to turn and run out of the house that brings so many horrible memories.
I’m out of that room in a heartbeat, flying down the grand staircase faster than I’ve gone before, even the days I was running away from Henry. Heath comes after me, screams my name, but halfway down the staircase, I hear him fall. I don’t waste my time turning around or going back to see if he’s okay.