Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
When he pulls his mouth from mine, I pant for him, missing him. “Don’t come yet,” he says against my ear. “I’m just getting started.”
He thrusts again, forcing a grunt from me, before pulling out and, with that wicked grin on his lips, he spins me around, cupping my jaw with one hand and my hip with the other. He keeps my face turned so I can see him. He’s protecting my cheek from the post. He’s no devil, this man. No monster. Not to me.
“How about now?” he asks, shifting the grip of his hand from my hip to my ass cheek. He looks down as he draws me open, and I realize what he wants. Where he’s going to fuck me when I feel his cock, wet with my arousal, at my tight entrance. “Are you afraid now?”
“You won’t hurt me,” I repeat even as my heart thuds against my chest and my brain does the calculation and there’s no way he’s going to fit inside me. Not there.
He takes the shell of my ear between his teeth, shifting the hand that’s gripping my ass around to rub my clit. I moan as he presses for entry against my tight opening. When he pushes in, I cry out because it fucking burns.
“Fuck. Blue. Fuck.”
He lays his forehead against the post, mouth at my neck. I can feel his heart’s frantic beating at my back. He pushes deeper and I grit my teeth.
“With me,” he whispers, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. “There will always be pain.” He groans and I think it’s taking all he has to hold back, to go slowly. He rubs my clit. “Pain always alongside the pleasure.”
My breathing is ragged as I swallow. His fingers work my clit and tension begins to build. I relax enough for him to push in deeper. He’s still holding back. I feel it when he closes his teeth over the curve of my neck and mutters a curse.
“I am the devil. My brother knows it. You should know it. Hell, you’ve seen what I’m capable of with your own eyes.”
“You’re my avenger. I saw you slay a monster. That’s what I know.”
“You don’t know what I want to do to you right now,” he warns.
“You’re not going to chase me away.”
“All I can do is hurt you. Don’t you know that?” He pushes deeper as if to make his point, but it has the opposite effect.
I shake my head, close my eyes. “This feels… you make me feel… so good,” I tell him just as an orgasm sweeps me under and Zeke takes advantage and thrusts all the way inside me, calling a cry from me, pleasure edged with pain, confused with it. I throw my head back, lean it against his chest as he fucks me hard, taking me, making me his, his without a doubt. Does he realize it? Does he know what he’s doing to me? He moans, breath hot against my neck as my second orgasm comes before I can catch my breath after the first. He throbs inside me, and his teeth break the skin of my neck as he muffles his cry of pained pleasure.
I collapse against Zeke’s powerful body, his arms encircling me. He shudders behind me, filling me up, his breathing ragged, orgasm stealing his breath. When it’s over, minutes pass as we remain panting, still connected, my weight fully against him. Finally, he slides out of me, reaches up to unbind me. I fall limp in his arms. He holds me easily and I turn my face up to look at his.
My monster. My avenging angel.
Without a word, he carries me up out of the basement and through the house to his bedroom where he lays me on the bed and climbs in beside me. He holds me to him, my back to his front, his arm an anchor keeping me safe. I hold onto him and I’m exhausted. I think he is too.
I think how I still have him inside me, his essence is part of me.
A long time passes and he’s so quiet that I think he may have fallen asleep when he finally speaks.
“She was my sister. Zoë. My twin.”
An icy shudder runs through me and I turn to look at him in the dim light coming in from the window.
He meets my eyes but only briefly. There is so much pain inside them and I reach out to touch his face.
“Oh, Zeke.”
He doesn’t quite look at me as he speaks. “Our father raped her repeatedly for years. I never saw it even when she tried to tell me, to ask me for help.”
Tears stream down my face.
“She hanged herself in the basement of our house.”
My hand flies to my mouth.
“I found her.”
I have no words.