Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Titan growls under his breath and holds me tighter. I curl deeper into him, soaking in the warmth of his body and letting it comfort me.
“Finish it, babe,” he says and again—I mourn the loss of the way he used to say wife.
Maybe I really am losing my mind.
“One night he came home. It was like three in the morning, and sadly, that was nothing new. He was drunk and again that wasn’t much different than the normal either.”
“Fucking loser,” Titan says and he’s not that wrong.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Had a good woman at home, ignored that. Took advantage of that and pissed it away. Fucking loser,” he says expanding his thoughts in a way that makes me feel a warm shiver run through my body and this one is all good. I lean up and kiss the corner of his chin, lightly in appreciation. I would have rather had his lips, but I couldn’t quite reach that far unless Titan bent down. He didn’t so I got what I could. That said, I had the taste of his skin on my tongue and that wasn’t a bad thing at all. “Finish it and then we’ll forget him,” Titan says, giving my body a squeeze.
“This time he had lipstick on his collar and he reeked of perfume—not my brand, not even close. When I asked him about it, he told me not to worry about it, that he brought his dick home to me.” Titan’s arms get tighter with that announcement, but I push through. “When he began undressing he told me to do the same. I didn’t want to be with him. Lately I hardly ever wanted to. I’d have to force myself sometimes. But that night, with him drunk and smelling like another woman—I really didn’t want to. He grabbed me and pinned me on the bed, and I fought him.”
“Motherfucker, I’ll kill him,” Titan growls, and the anger coming off of him now is huge. So huge it takes over the air in the room.
“Titan—”
“Finish it, Faith,” he orders and I swallow down my nerves.
“He ripped my panties and was about to rape me.”
“Finish it,” he growls when I stop, his voice so dark that I feel like I need to comfort him. I try to do that by holding him closer and kissing his neck. He shudders, and then says again, “Finish it.” This time his voice is softer, so maybe I helped some.
“I panicked. I know… I mean, with us and what we’ve done, Titan… You may not believe me, but I never, never have sex without protection. I insist on it. Life with my mother taught me that. I was scared of him raping me, but I would have endured it… But the thought of him taking that from me and not wearing a condom… it’s stupid. I know it’s stupid because it all was bad, but I couldn’t let him put my body at risk. I had to fight harder. So I did. I bit him. I did it hard enough that my mouth filled with blood and I didn’t let go until he let go of my wrists and hit me.”
“Son of a bitch!”
“He wrapped his hands around my arm, but somehow I got free from his hold. I pushed my thumbs into his eyes hard like they teach you in those self-defense classes. He fell back and he swung at me again. He hit me hard enough that I was dizzy. I managed to shake that off. I had so much adrenaline running through me. I managed to knee him in the balls. He fell from the bed and he was on the floor. The rest is kind of a haze. I remember running to the master bathroom. I locked the door and stayed there. He never came after me. I was so scared. I thought he would, but he didn’t. I started cleaning out my closet—it was in there and I got dressed and threw everything I could in my suitcase. I can remember choking on fear when I opened the door, but when I walked into the bedroom he was passed out on the floor snoring. I left and I didn’t look back.”
“You didn’t press charges?”
“I didn’t. I thought about it, but Brad had friends in the police department and judges he rubbed elbows with. I didn’t think it would do any good. I just wanted away from him.”
“And he let you go?”
“He’d call here and there and ask me to come back. I took a couple of the calls, but I told him it was over. When he kept calling, I changed my number and made plans to leave Vegas.”
“And the night we met?”
“I’d run into Brad for the first time that morning. He was at the casino. He heard my sister was getting married. Black was with me and he intimidated Brad so he left. But I knew… if I didn’t leave Vegas that Brad would never let me see peace.”