Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
And in the end…
I didn’t fucking want to.
So instead, I watched her sleep. Protecting her the only way I knew how. Except there was no protecting her…
From. Me.
“God, you’re fucking huge,” I thought I heard a woman loudly moan.
I groaned, moving my head side-to-side on my pillow, nestling my sore body into the mattress. Not comprehending if I was awake or asleep at that point. Thinking I was just hearing things in my dream. It took me forever to fall asleep after Martinez abruptly left me, without a care in the fucking world. Leaving me all by myself. The tears just wouldn’t stop flowing, one right after the other soaked into my pillow, until I had no more to shed. They were taxing and ruthless, just like him. If I was asleep, I didn’t want to wake up, I was emotionally, physically, and mentally drained.
“Yes, right there! Fuck me right there! Just like that… please… please make me come!” I overheard. This time it was loud and clear.
Startling me awake. I immediately sat up, forgetting I had been beaten the night before. I grabbed onto my ribs, trying to ease the pain as I peered around the empty room.
“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself, taking a few calming breathes. Wiping the dead sleep from eyes, I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness around me.
That’s when I heard, “Ride my cock, sweetheart. Fuck me!” Recognizing the dominant tone immediately. The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed through the hallway into my room.
My stomach dropped, my hand went to my chest, trying to hold my heart from shattering into a million pieces. It was too late, piece-by-piece, moan-by-moan, it broke, bleeding all over his white, linen sheets. I couldn’t help but continue to overhear the filthy shit coming out of Martinez’s mouth from afar. Along with the screams of bliss from the random whore he was intimately sharing his bed with. I knew that much for sure, the way they were talking to each other proved they didn’t know one another.
They were relishing in the pleasure their tangled, insatiable bodies were bringing to one another while I was fighting the bile that rose in the back of my throat. After everything I had been through in the past twenty-four hours, I was forced to sit there and listen to Martinez fuck another woman. I couldn’t catch a fucking break. Fate was such a bitch. Before I knew what I was doing, my feet hit the cold marble tile, running to the en suite bathroom. Falling to my knees in front of the toilet, I ignored the sharp pain that radiated through my body as I emptied the contents of my stomach while I continued to hear raw, sexual sounds beating into my head.
He didn’t give a flying fuck that I could hear what they were doing, what he was saying to her, how much he was making her come. The ecstasy he was pounding into her pussy over and over again.
“Just like that… take my cock,” he growled.
She gagged.
I scoffed in disgust. My eyes filled with tears again, my lips trembled, and whatever little piece of his soul I thought I saw when he looked at me, crumbled beneath me on the cold tile floor. I fucking hated him.
Every last part of him.
He left me here by myself in his home, knowing I would be scared, anxious, overwhelmed by all the shit that happened to me. I didn’t even know how much time went by while I laid, curled up in the fetal position there on the bathroom floor, listening. Making sure I took in every moan, every thrust, every plea, until I couldn’t take it anymore. Engrained so deep into my heart, where all my thoughts and feelings would now be shoved too.
He wasn’t who I thought he was.
Not even fucking close.
It seemed as though they went at it for hours. I had enough, I reached my limit, I pushed off the bathroom floor, ignoring my body’s pleas to take it easy. I reached my door contemplating my next move.
“I hope you choke on it!” I yelled and I slammed it shut. Not caring if he heard me or not. I immediately opened my pills, taking two down without any water, wanting to knock myself the fuck out from the pain running through my body, especially my heart.
I laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, willing the medication to take effect. Thinking about how I got into this situation in the first place.
How did any of this happen?
I didn’t understand why he had me here if he didn’t care for me.
Why was he protecting me?
Nothing made sense.
Not one damn thing.
My eyes started to flutter, sleep finally taking reign again. My body sank into the mattress beneath me, heaviness coursed through me, and the room went black. Even in my sleep, I couldn’t escape him. I felt him, his distinctive scent all around me, touching me, watching over me. At one point during the night, I could have sworn I saw him sitting in the armchair beside my bed. But I couldn’t be sure, the drug-induced haze kept taking me under. Probably producing false illusions, the same ones I created over the years.