Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Azadeh smiles as the tips of her nails dig against the cotton of my shirt, desperate to get to my skin. “Do you want to consume me, Cyrus? Bite into my flesh so we are one. A communion of sorts.”
I groan into her neck. How the fuck can someone be so sweet and so insane at the same time. The girl pushes me to the brink of madness and shelters me all at the same time. Azadeh is the sun, and we are planets turning in her orbit.
Azadeh grips my shirt and tears it apart, exposing my bare chest. Her head dips, and she places gentle kisses along my burned-up flesh. I’m in awe of how easily she worships the ugliest parts of me. There’s no hesitation, no moment of disgust; for her, those brutal burn marks are as beautiful as a rose in full bloom. Every time she doesn’t see a beast on my flesh, I'm taken aback. Perhaps her inherent ability to look past what others ran from is what drew us all to Azadeh. She saw the men we longed to be and not how the world perceived us.
Azadeh brings forth our goodness and light and banishes the darkness that burrows in our hearts.
“My love for you isn’t a drop in the ocean,” I whisper in her ear, shocked at how much I mean it. “It’s the whole damn universe.”
Azadeh’s breathing speeds up as her fingers fumble with my belt. She struggles under the stream of water as she pulls the belt off and lowers my soaked jeans to the middle of my thighs. Azadeh grips my erect cock and lines it up to her entrance. “If you mean that, then fuck me like an animal. Don’t hold back, don’t be gentle. Just make me forget everything except the brutality of your love.”
My fingers intertwine with hers as I pull my belt from her hand. “You want me to fuck you like you mean nothing, don’t you? Need me to fuck you the way Zeke and Lev never could. You want me to make you feel worthless, used, disposable. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Why,” I ask. “Why do you make me degrade you?’
“Because you’re the only one who grasps the relief that comes with humiliation. You understand how degradation makes life's burdens and hardships weightless. You respect me as an equal and not as an untouchable. This is what you give me that no one else can.”
Azadeh gazes up at me. The water streams through her thick raven hair and frames her beautiful face. A droplet of water falls from her inky eyelashes and lands on her round cheek as I slide the leather behind her delicate neck.
Azadeh beams at me as I secure the belt with the buckle. I place two fingers between the leather and her skin, ensuring it’s not so tight that I could accidentally cut off circulation during play. We have our signs—her safe word, Azadi, the word freedom in Farsi, or the two taps on any part of my body or nearby surface.
I grip the belt and yank it forward as my fingers dip down her body and part her lips. Azadeh’s legs open, and she shivers as the tip of my index finger flirts with her sensitive clit. “That’s it, Hellcat. Open those legs, and let me know what a little slut you are.” I tug the belt, forcing Azadeh to her knees. I fist my dick and aim it at her pretty mouth. “I don’t think you deserve to feel good. You’ve been a bad fucking whore by keeping your filthy fuck holes away from me. You’re gonna have to earn your orgasms, slut.” I slap her face, the tip of my cock pointing above her eyebrows. I drag my dick down until it’s directly in front of her lips. “Open up. Put your worthless mouth to good use. Show me why we should keep you around, slut.”
Azadeh covers my cock and swallows me whole. My hand hits the wall at the mind-blowing way she’s sucking my dick. I have to rein myself in so I don’t lose my shit and blow in her hot mouth before we even get started. Her dark eyes gaze up at me as she hollows her cheeks. Her head hits the wall as I thrust, and her ragged gagging drowns out the rainfall from the showerhead.
“Well, what do we have here?”
I turn to see Zeke leaning against the doorframe. He’s so fuckin’ good looking, even with that pirate eyepatch, his visible eye a sapphire lure that calls to my soul. Fuck, how are these people turning me into a poetic sap?
“Well, when two people like each other, sometimes it makes their private parts tingle,” I explain as if talking to a five-year-old. “Azadeh is elevating the accumulation of cum in my balls.”