Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
A little smile. A dimple appears on her right cheek. Fuck. “No.”
“So then keep going.”
Pride, again. Confidence. Her long lashes dust her cheeks, and she scoops her thick hair over her shoulder. Slowly she turns around, casting a glance back at me that makes my balls fucking ache. “You’ll have to unzip me if you want to see more.”
chapter five
Marin
His thick, rough fingers slowly draw down the tiny zipper at the back of my dress. Inch by inch. Breath by breath. Peeling each worrisome thought away from my body and soul.
I keep asking myself why I’m doing this. Why I’m agreeing to his command. But deep down, when I pass all the worry about sins and redemption and rapture, I know I want this. Him. And what his dark and dangerous self promises to give me.
I’m re-born here and there is no sin when you are left in a mountain cabin to die.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself and I just want to follow what feels good for once. And he feels so good.
The coolness of the cabin prickles my spine, but the goosebumps that cover my body have nothing to do with the temperature. And have everything to do with him.
He groans as he exposes more and more of my flesh to his view, but as the dress falls away from my body, I hear his breath catch.
I know what he’s seeing. Something that nobody but me has ever seen before. Not since I had the tattoo artist place it on my body on my eighteenth birthday. I told my grandpa I was going to Bible study. That’s the only lie I’ve ever told.
His rough fingertip traces the line of my ribs as he reads the words, in their tiny script, that I have only ever seen backwards in the mirror. “Create in me a clean heart, God, and renew a right spirit within me.”
I let my eyes fall on a knot in the pine boards on the walls. I feel ashamed at having this man see me, this man I don’t know, this man whose presence makes my panties so wet and my mind spin. And yet, I like having his gaze on me. His judgment. That power.
I like the vulnerability of being naked in front of him, too. The quickened breath of his, and the occasional curses falling from his lips make me feel… powerful. But it only adds to the shame my grandpa has put on me all those years.
Temptress. Danger. Impure.
“Now you know,” I say with a shrug of one shoulder. “I am impure. I am dangerous. I am unwholesome to men. You should fear me.”
He doesn’t say anything. But he takes a step closer, pressing his body against mine. The thickness of his erection makes me gasp. The cold metal of his belt buckle presses against my lower back, and his penis feels like it’s nearly about to split the metal teeth of his fly.
He slips his hand between the fabric of my dress and my hip, sliding thick strong fingers toward my belly, his thumb hooking over my red panties.
My knees weaken and I lose focus on the knotted pine. The room shimmers around me, as if I stood up too fast. My heart pounds in my ears and every breath, every sensation, seems almost too intense to bear.
My exposed skin prickles with awareness of his gaze. Heat runs over my flesh, causing that flesh, especially my cheeks, to warm.
And yet with the feeling of his breath against my cheek, the sensation of his powerful manhood threatening me from behind… I feel shame, not fear. But also want. I want whatever happens to me now. Let it all be done. If this is my destiny, then God put me here and I will accept my fate.
He slides his hand up my belly, cupping my left breast. He groans as he weighs it in his palm. My nipples perk up so tight, it almost hurts in the cold cabin air.
He grinds his hips against me from behind, urgent and intense. Slow and powerful. “Impure, huh?”
I drop my head, my hair blocks out my face and the dim morning light through the dirty windows. “So impure.”
His hand moves to the other breast, while his other hand touches me between my legs. I shudder with the first caress of his rough fingers against my pussy. My body is on fire now, a molten mess of things I don’t understand. I know so little of the world, and even less of sex.
But now here he is, touching me with awe, almost, groaning into my ear. And not sounding at all like he needs protection. But more like he is craving, needing, desperate for a release that only I can give him.
I close my eyes. “I am impure. I am sin.”