Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
When she sits up and looks down at me, I’m relieved to see there’s no regret in her eyes.
“I’m hungry. I’m going to get dressed and go downstairs to check my mailbox. You stay here.” She winks at me before hopping off my cock, but I grab her wrist as she reaches for her clothes.
“Why are you going to get the mail if you’re hungry?”
She hesitates, then explains to me how things work. The Insurgence leave instructions in her mailbox. When she succeeds, she gets extra rations. Sometimes it’s a jar of peanut butter. Sometimes just an apple.
I pull her back down on the bed with me and kiss her. “I picked up some food on the way over.”
I get up and grab the paper bag I’d dropped by the door. I turn around to see her sit up and pull on a tank top. I’m slightly irritated she isn’t totally bare for me anymore.
“What is it?”
I hand her the bag and she looks inside. Then her face lights up. “Tacos!”
We eat them on a blanket on the floor, because she doesn’t have a table or chairs. The only furniture she has is an antique stereo under the one window in the place and a mattress. An old bedsheet serves as a curtain, and the makeshift bathroom contains a sink and a toilet separated from view by a folding screen. If I had to guess, this was most likely built to be a small office and not an apartment.
I didn’t know people live like this. Not to mention what had been going on outside. I had known about the fuel pits, but I thought they were separate from the residential areas. I would have never believed garbage was being burned right there in the street, with families nearby.
I’m starting to see what The Regime means to people on this side. I feel ashamed. This is wrong. I can’t be a part of this life anymore, but that means I would have to disappear. And I have no choice but to take Sylvia with me. She’s a part of me, and I’ll never go anywhere she isn’t.
Taking a leap of faith, I explain to her that I want to make a break from The Regime, but first I need my weapons back. I need to play along for a few days to get my bearings while she figures out a way for us to lay low once I’m out and until The Leader stops looking for me.
“How do I know I can trust you? What assurance do I have that this whole thing isn’t just a ploy to get your weapons back?” she asks angrily. “For all I know, you’re playing me to get information about who I work for.” I can see worry and sadness in her eyes. She’s worried about losing me and that makes me want to beat my chest because I can see how much she really cares for me.
“You have my word. That’s all I can give you,” I reply. “Look, if I was truly The Regime’s bitch, I would have tied you up and ransacked your apartment already, looking for my weapons, and tortured you for names and places. You know that’s how they work.”
“Then why haven’t you done that?”
There’s a vulnerability in her voice, and I lean over our blanket picnic to give her a gentle kiss.
“You know why.”
I can’t say the words because she’s not ready to hear them from me yet. So instead, I kiss her again and attack her body. I push her down on the rug, spread open her legs with mine and sink my cock into her. I take off her goddam top for the last time. She giggles at how annoyed I am that she’s hidden from me.
I fuck her hard on the floor and don’t hold back this time. The two of us know the consequences, and somehow neither of us is putting a stop to it. This is for keeps and we both know it. I am not a man of words, so I use my body to show her what I can’t yet say. It might be a little rough, but that’s how I feel about her.
My body, mind, and soul want her, and only her. I can only hope that what I feel in my chest is the same for her. The look in her eyes is real and I’m thrown into a world of emotion I can’t even begin to understand.
She cums for me while I rut on top of her like an animal, and I follow her over the edge. I’m wound too tight to hold back, and having her wrapped around me is pure heaven. She has shaken me to my core and I’ll never be the same again. She deserves a gentle lover, but she has me now so I’ll try my best to learn how to be tender.