Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
I felt the darkest parts of me rise, wage war with what I should want, should feel. He slid his hand up my back, moved it around to my throat, and circled my neck. The pressure, the slight feeling of him cutting off my airflow was just enough that I felt dizzy, just enough that I only felt him.
He was a monster, a sadistic beast. He was the only person who could make me feel like this, who could free me.
“I want more, so much more from you.” He uttered those words low, sharp, like a blade over my skin. He applied more pressure to my neck, released it, and clenched around my throat again.
Dizzy, clear, twisted, alive.
I felt conflicting emotions. Cameron was thrusting in and out of me ferociously now, his skin slapping against mine, forcing his way into me, out of me. Repeat.
He plowed in and out of me, a mortar and a pestle.
“Give yourself to me, tell me that you’re mine, that you want this, want all that comes with it.” He pounded into me, thrusting those long, thick inches into my willing body, making me take it all.
I closed my eyes, opened myself up, and allowed myself to just absorb the sensations. I came for Cameron, feeling him stretching me beyond belief, taking me to a place I’d never even known existed. The darkness kissed my flesh, stroked its icy cold hands on my body, and held me down. Cameron pressed his hand in the center of my back, thrusting, his motions hard, powerful.
“Tell me you’re mine,” Cameron said in this almost violent voice.
“I’m yours,” I cried out, the words spilling from me as if they were their own entity, wanting out, wanting to be free, as well. I was aware of Cameron slamming his cock in and out of me, but my mind was adrift, my body detached. I could only feel.
He made this low, dangerous sound, and I felt him get thicker in me.
“You’re fucking mine,” he said; then I felt him come, felt him fill me up, bathe me in his seed. He held me down, made me take it all, accept what he had to give me. The pleasure, Cameron’s desire, lasted a lifetime.
And when he gave one last grunt, one final thrust, he rested his chest on my back. We were sweaty, our breathing rough, hard, and I felt my body start to shake. It was like I was coming down from this incredible high, feeling this chill seep into my very marrow.
I hadn’t fought, hadn’t tried to survive. I’d given in to Cameron, became his willing victim, and God, it felt…freeing.
Chapter
Seventeen
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, feeling out of place, distant. Cameron had only told me a couple of hours ago that he had an event to go to, one where I would go with him. I’d be his arm candy, and even though he hadn’t said that, I’d read between the lines. I really doubted this “event” would have the legal, law-abiding type of citizens. I was afraid, even if I knew Cameron wouldn’t let anyone hurt me.
I slid my hand down my stomach, over the silky material of the dress he’d given me to wear. My time was almost up with Cameron, the two weeks going in this blur of emotions and feelings. I only had a couple of days left here, and although I should be glad, my life free, I couldn’t help this emptiness that filled me.
This hadn’t just been about keeping a deal. Cameron had taken my virginity, slept beside me, keeping me close. I wasn’t stupid enough to think he cared for me, but did so because I was his property. But that didn’t mean I hadn’t grown attached to him, needing him, wanting him.
I placed my hand right between my thighs, still sore, still remembering the way he felt in me that first night. He touched me, stroked me with his mouth and tongue, caressed every part of me. But I knew he wouldn’t keep that up, knew he had a limited time with me, only the two weeks we’d agreed to.
The sound of someone knocking on my door had me leaving the bathroom. Just as I walked out, I saw the bedroom door opening. Damien stood on the other side, his focus on me, his gaze cold, hard. “Cameron’s downstairs waiting for you.”
I nodded. He turned and left, leaving the door open. I glanced down at myself again, the cream dress form-fitting, the silk showing off my curves—what little I had, anyway. Taking a deep breath was meant to try and calm me, but it didn’t. I’d noticed that being here had my body, my mind all in disarray.
I wasn’t nervous or afraid of what might happen. I felt this way because the excitement of being with Cameron, others’ gazes on us, seeing him touch me if he wanted, simply because he could, made me anticipate it all.