Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
He hooks his hands beneath my thighs and lifts me up so that I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and circle his neck with a hand.
The moment I search his eyes, he rams inside me in one go. My head falls on his shoulder from the force of it, coupled with a strangled sound.
It’s been only a month, but it feels like a year.
He stays there for a bit, unmoving for a second as we breath each other in, fall into the lull of us. The sound of the crashing waves echo around us as we dig our fingers into each, both literally and figuratively. Just when I’m falling into the moment, he thrusts all the way inside until I physically jerk.
Then he does it again, and again, ramming his cock inside me in a ruthless rhythm, fucking me, owning me.
Punishing me.
My head falls forward and I dig my nails into his back.
It’s a useless attempt to hurt him as much as he’s wrecking my world apart. He fucks me with enough command and assertiveness that I have no choice but to let it happen.
I want him with so much desire that drives me insane. I want him as wildly as he wants me.
“This cunt is mine. You are mine, Annika. Nothing and no one will change that. Not your father.” Thrust. “Not your brother.” Thrust. “Not even you.”
He’s like a madman. There’s no stopping him and certainly no reasoning with him. He drives inside me with a power that I’ve never felt before, and that says something since he’s always been intense in some way.
This time, he doesn’t even need to inflict any pain. He’s the pain that’s brimming with pleasure.
The sliver of light in the middle of the darkness.
He’s both day and night and I have no escape from his orbit.
“Creighton…” I moan, shoving a hand against his chest. “Slow down…I can’t take this.”
“You can. You always did.”
“This is too much.”
“You know what’s too much? Thinking you can marry some sorry fuck after I’ve claimed you. After I put my fucking mark on you.” He slides his hand up to cup my jaw, tilts it back, then bites on my throat. Hard. So hard that I gasp. “It’s believing I’d ever let you go.”
“But you hate my family,” I sob the words that have been plaguing me, the words that make this pleasure so screwed up.
“I can still fuck you.” His tongue darts out and he licks my tears as he whispers, “Remember this, Annika. There’s never been a day where you haven’t been mine.”
Then he drives so deep that he hits my sensitive spot over and over.
And over.
The moment his teeth find the sensitive flesh of my throat again, a powerful orgasm hits me and I release enough noises to disturb any living creature around.
Creighton doesn’t slow down, doesn’t take it easy, and he certainly doesn’t stop.
He goes on and on like a machine that’s bent on destruction. He fucks and spanks my ass. He pulls my hair and bites my neck, my shoulder, the top of my creamy breasts, anywhere he can reach.
By the time he stiffens and spills inside me, I’m spent.
Completely and utterly done.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips as he devours them again, rips them with his teeth, and fucks them with his tongue.
It’s a possessive kiss.
A declaration of a savage claim.
I can’t help the fresh tears that slide down my cheeks.
I hate myself for wanting the man who only sees me as a form of revenge.
I hate myself for not trying harder to run.
But I will.
Sooner or later, I will end this ill-fated relationship. This time, without getting my family involved.
35
CREIGHTON
Annika has been silent ever since I carried her to the house.
She didn’t release a sound when I put her down in front of the shower, but she did close the door in my face.
The chances of me breaking that door and claiming her against the floor like a savage animal were close to one hundred percent, but I repressed the compulsion.
One, I didn’t like the sad look in her eyes.
Two, I’m spiraling out of control.
I feel it, smell it in the air, and can sense it crashing against my rib cage.
When I first came up with this plan, I thought of owning her, making her pay. Taking my vengeance while keeping her.
And while that plan is still up and running, something’s changed.
I didn’t count on seeing her again. Really seeing her.
In her purple dress, dainty shoes, and looking like sunshine and unicorns. I was blindsided by her violet perfume. Always violets.
Violets. Violets. And more bloody violets.
They seep beneath my skin, ripping the tendons apart and settling in the marrow of my bones.
I didn’t count on hearing her soft voice, moaning, begging me to slow down.
To let her go.