Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Ignoring my objection, he goes on as if I haven’t said anything. “And I understand that I was much easier on you then, and in some ways it probably feels like you’re not even in the same relationship anymore. But you are, and maybe it’s not entirely fair, but I will still hold you to all the promises that you made, and deliver on all of the threats that I made if I see a reason to.”
This time, I don’t speak. I know he isn’t finished.
He takes the plate out of my hand and stacks it on the end table with his. He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand close, sucking my thumb and forefinger into his mouth in turn so he can lick off the brown sugar.
“It isn’t a good idea to invite temptation into our relationship. I will never do it, and I expect you not to as well. I know you were only joking about being sick of me and joking is fine, but should you ever actually get sick of me, I would advise you to reflect on what made you love me in the first place and fucking bathe in it, because I will never, ever let you go.”
My heart stalls.
He grabs my bruised jaw, gently bringing my face close to his so he can kiss it. “I could detail what your life would look like if you ever cheated on me, how I would cut you out of the life you’re living and transform my love into the metal bars that form your new home.” He cups my breast through my shirt. “How I would strip away your will, ignore your every single boundary, and treat you like a toy, playing with you exactly how I want to without regard for whether or not you liked it.”
I stiffen as his hand leaves my chest and comes up to wrap around my throat.
He kisses the side of my face again, tenderly, like the sweetest of lovers. “But I know you’ll be more effectively moved by what I would do to her.”
“Dare,” I say, grabbing his wrist. “Please stop. I don’t want to hear—”
“I won’t be graphic,” he assures me. “But you know some of the things I’ve done to you, and I love you. You witnessed what I’ve done to Anae, and I liked her, too.” He lets go of my throat and leans away. “I have no fondness at all for Hannah.”
It’s hard to even think straight when he gets like this. All I can feel is fear and dread wrapping their hands around my throat the same way he does.
Dare grabs the plate he took from me.
I look over at him.
He lifts his eyebrows. “Would you like your muffin back?”
I shake my head wordlessly.
“No?” He feigns surprise, then takes a big bite. “Mm,” he murmurs, watching my face. “It’s sweet.”
I swallow, not acknowledging his twisted bullshit, and move to crawl off the bed, but I don’t get far. As soon as Dare sees what I’m doing, he grabs my wrist, yanks me onto his lap, and takes a bigger, messier bite.
He sets the plate aside and chews.
I refuse to look at him.
He grabs my jaw and turns my face toward his, indicating the corner of his mouth where there’s just a bit of brown sugar. “Clean it off.”
My stomach bottoms out. I know better than to fuck with him when he’s in this mood, so I slide my arm around his neck and lean in.
His eyes close and he sighs with pleasure as I drag my tongue over the spot he pointed to, using my tongue to bring the sweetness to his lips. I lick his bottom lip, too, then push my tongue into his mouth, enjoying the bite of sweetness from this sordid little tasting.
Despite myself, arousal stirs between my thighs as he grabs me and makes me kiss him harder. I’m on top, but I’m not in control. My heart beats harder, our tongues tangling together, the tang of sweetness left behind as his hands tangle in my hair and he shoves me back on the bed.
There’s no condom on his cock when he drives it into me, but I’m too caught up to care. My skin stretches to accommodate him so he slams into me harder. I claw at his back, crying out as he attacks my neck with his greedy, insatiable mouth.
The sex is mean and animalistic, but god, is it hot.
He pounds into me relentlessly, making me cry out and then catching my cries in his mouth again and again. He bites my lips and squeezes my tits until it hurts. Finally, he comes inside me.
His fingers dig into my hips when he comes. He holds them tight, forcing his cock deep like he wants to leave his mark on the darkest, most unreachable parts of me.