Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Yes, the fuck you are,” he says lowly. “We both know you’ve been in love with him for years, and I will not fuck my wife while she’s marred by another man’s words. Understand?”
Without waiting for an answer, he releases my wrists. I assume he’s going to let me go, but then he fists my mane and yanks me to my knees.
My knees hit the tiled floor, and I cry out in pain. “David, stop!” I beg as he tugs on my hair, causing my scalp to burn painfully.
He pulls harder, forcing my chin up. “I’m not sticking my dick in you until you’re rid of that shit, but since you want to act like a little slut, you can suck my dick like one.” He unzips his fly and pulls his soft dick out. “Wrap your perfect dick-sucking lips around me, so you can remember who the fuck your husband is.”
“I’m not touching you!” I yell. “Let go of me!”
He grabs his dick and strokes it a few times and then pulls my face toward it. I try to shake my head and keep my mouth closed, but he stuffs it into my mouth. I’m in shock, filled with disgust. I never imagined the man I’ve spent the past six years with could be this cruel. I knew he had a temper, but I didn’t think he was capable of this. My body trembles in fear, and I know there’s a chance I’m going to regret my next move, but I refuse to be a victim, to sit here while he forces himself on me.
When his dick is all the way in my mouth, I open wide and then bite down on it so hard I taste blood.
“You fucking bitch!” he shouts, yanking on my hair until he brings me to the ground. He slaps me across the face, then straddles my torso. “You want to act like a whore, then I guess I’ll have to treat you like one.”
He lets go of my hair and flips me onto my stomach, trapping my wrists in his hand and pulling my arms painfully behind my back. At the same time, he rips my underwear to the side. I fight to break free, yelling and cursing at him to stop, but he ignores me as he roughly enters me from behind, tearing me apart. We’ve never had sex this way, and it burns so badly, tears sting my eyes. The hand not holding my wrists together fists my hair, pulling on it so hard it feels as if my hair is being ripped from my scalp.
The entire time my husband rapes me, I never once give up trying to stop him, but he’s stronger, and I can’t get away. The more I fight, the harder he pulls my hair, the tighter he locks my wrists together, the deeper he thrusts into me. Finally, when he’s found his release, he pushes off me and gets up, leaving me lying on the ground, in pain, shaking and crying and wishing he were dead.
“Get the fuck out of my office,” he says, his voice filled with anger and disgust like he isn’t the one who just forced himself on his wife. “And don’t come anywhere near me until that tattoo is off your body.”
I scramble up, grabbing my clothes and putting them on. I want to yell and tell him to go fuck himself, make it clear if I have it my way, he’ll never see me again after what he’s just done, but I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to give him a reason to hurt me any further. My goal: to get as far away from him as possible. And then, once I do, I can figure out what the hell just happened, so I can ensure it never happens again.
“He raped you?” Kaylee screeches. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
After David stalked out of his office, declaring he’d be at the office working the rest of the night and then left, I showered, trying to rid myself of what he’d done to me. And then I called Kaylee to come over, needing my best friend.
“He… he did it… in my butt,” I admit shakily, recalling the bleeding he caused. “It hurt so bad.” Fresh tears fill my eyes, and Kaylee pulls me into her arms, hugging me tightly.
“He’s dead,” she says softly. “I’m going to kill him.”
“You can’t do that, then you’ll be sent to jail, and I need you with me.”
She nods in understanding. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to file for divorce.”
Her eyes go wide, obviously shocked.
“You don’t think I should?”
“No, I do,” she says. “I absolutely think you should. I also think you should file a restraining order against him. I’m just shocked. I thought you’d say you were going to talk to him, and I would have to convince you to leave him.”