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)
“It matters if I was planning to fuck you like an animal.”
I reach out both hands, ignoring the red marks on my wrists, and place my palms on his cheeks. “I like it when you’re an animal.”
“Fuck.”
He says it in a voice that’s barely audible before he crashes his lips to mine and thrusts into me. I can tell he’s suppressing his true self in his attempts not to hurt me.
But when I dig my nails into his back and rock my hips, he ups his rhythm on and on until he’s wrecking me from the inside out.
The ache from the welts adds to the friction and he pushes back to whisper, “Do you feel how your cunt strangles my cock, demanding more? It’s my cunt, isn’t it?”
I nod, letting the pleasure wash all over me.
“Say it.”
“It’s yours…”
“Tell me to fuck my pussy as I want.”
“Fuck your pussy whichever and whatever way you want.” I shudder.
“Fuck.” Thrust. “Your cunt was made for me.” Thrust. “You are made for me.”
He slides all the way out, then slams back in. My vision whitens as the orgasm hits me with a strength I didn’t think was possible after the pleasure from earlier.
This time, I call his name as he pounds and pounds until I’m driven to the edge, literally and figuratively.
“Creighton… Creigh…”
“I love it when you call my name with that erotic little voice of yours.” He strokes my lips, my cheek, my nose, peppering hard kisses everywhere. “I love your face when you’re being ripped apart by my cock.” His rhythm goes up and up until the headboard bangs against the wall from the power behind his brutal fucking. “But most of all, I love how you take me like a good fucking girl.”
I’m not sure if it’s a continuation of the first orgasm or a new one, but his words coupled with his intense touch make me come again.
And again.
Creighton's lips meet the hollow of my throat before he bites down hard as he empties inside me with a grunt.
Pleasure with pain.
No pleasure without pain.
The stronger the pain, the greater the pleasure.
I think I start to understand that concept as I fall slack in his arms with a smile on my lips.
I’m not sure if it’s a dream, but I can feel him cocooning me, touching my throat, then kissing my cheek and whispering, “Happy birthday, little purple.”
19
CREIGHTON
I have always thrived on control.
Not only is it safe, but it’s also the only way I can express myself.
As a result, I’ve been too meticulous about it, too disciplined, too careful not to allow any chinks in my armor.
There hasn’t been a day where I’ve given rein to petty, irrational emotions or even entertained them.
There hasn’t been a day where I’ve let anyone close enough so they’d have the ability to peek inside me.
Peel my exterior open.
Smash my discipline to bits.
That is, until this fireball of a girl barged into my life uninvited, planted herself where no one has tread before, and has been detonating me from the inside out ever since.
Despite the streak of submissiveness that shone in her blue eyes, I chose to pay her no mind and ignored her as if she didn’t exist.
She’s too young, too different, too…full of life.
That’s what Annika’s image in my mind is. Life.
Bright, dazzling, full-of-purple-and-violet life.
And my pitch-blackness has no business tarnishing that light, slowly but surely devouring it.
Once I’m done with her, there will be nothing left for others to pick up.
She’ll be too hollow. Too…lifeless.
The most logical choice is to let her go. I should’ve done that the first time I touched her. Preferably before. Because one taste is what started it all.
One taste is what tipped everything over the edge.
And yet, I fail to even contemplate the option where she’s out of my life.
She came in like a wrecking ball and now there’s a hole where the impact happened.
There’ll be a day when I’ll have to let her go. She’s so beautiful and I’m destined to destroy anything of beauty.
But that day isn’t today.
After turning on the faucet and letting water fill the tub, I grab a towel, wet it, and head back to the bedroom.
Annika passed out a while ago and is currently sleeping on her side, a slight crease furrowing her brow.
I push away the sheet that’s covering her middle and she winces, probably due to the welts.
My cock strains against my boxers at the view of the angry red marks blotching her pale skin on her neck, tits, and her hard pink nipples.
I flick one nipple and she moans, burying her face in the pillow.
Only Annika would find this extreme pleasure in pain. She says she doesn’t like it, but on the contrary, her body has become attuned to it.
The more I inflict pain, the harder she breaks apart.