Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
He kisses me again, holding me down while taking his cock in one hand. I twist my face to the side, wanting to look. He’s pumping into his fist, denying me the pleasure. But not for long. Placing the crest at my entrance, he punches his hips with a grunt. His length slides into me, stretching my inner walls and stealing my breath. He pulls out and slams back.
It’s rough and delicious, each thrust stoking the flames higher. His weight pins me down, anchoring me to the table as he rocks inside me. It’s rough and dirty, but it’s honest and without pretenses. The colorlessness vanishes. I pinch my eyes shut. Blacks and purples crudely paint over the blank slate in my head, muddling my thoughts and plunging me back into a world where I don’t only feel, but where every feeling is amplified.
He groans when my inner muscles clench around him.
“Do you want to come already?” he asks in a low voice. “Or do you want me to make it feel good first?”
“Feel good,” I pant, opening my eyes.
He thrusts deep and keeps still. “I aim to please.”
My gaze falls on his underarm where it’s stretched over my head, on the V and H that can’t be erased. I’m his, but he’s just as much mine. That’s when it hits me, when the verity truly sinks in. We’re inseparable now, no matter what happens. It’s simultaneously reassuring and frightening.
Pulling out, he twists me around. The torn dress is still stuck to my arms. He removes each sleeve gently before placing my arms at my sides.
“Spread your legs,” he says.
When I don’t comply, he brings his hand down on my sex. It’s not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make my insides contract from the sting. Before I have time to find my breath, he’s inside me, claiming my body with a punishing thrust. A slap reverberates in the air as he spanks my right glute. I feel the burn all the way to my core. He pumps and spanks me, jiggling my ass until I can’t tell the difference between the burn on my skin and the burn between my legs. I’m desperate for release, my need a dark ruby-red that fills up my canvas and wipes away all other colors and all other thoughts.
Despite my building pleasure, I can’t come like this. The friction and the sting of his palms aren’t enough. We’ve already had enough sex for him to realize this, not that he didn’t know from the very first night. He pulls out, leaving me empty, but a sigh escapes my lips when he presses his fingers on my clit and rubs in a circle. The stimulation makes me go on tiptoes. It feels even better than the burn. Combined with the burn, I’m on the verge of losing my mind.
“How many men, Violet?”
I turn my face to the side, pressing my cheek flat on the table. “W-what?”
“How many cocks did you let inside your pussy?” he asks.
I can hardly function, let alone think.
“How many?” he asks, rubbing faster.
Fuck. I bite back a mewl. “Seriously?”
“Like never before,” he says, slowing down.
“Wait,” I cry out, not wanting him to stop.
“Answers, darling,” he teases, flicking my clit. “That’s the magic word.”
“I-I…” I try to think through the lust fogging my brain. Although, the answer isn’t difficult. There haven’t been that many. “Two.”
He lightly spanks my clit.
I bite my lip and arch my hips, willing him to give me more.
“Who?” he asks.
“You must be joking.”
He stops.
I look at him from over my shoulder. “What does it matter?”
“I’m going to find them.”
“And what?”
“Kill them.”
He’s not even pretending to be joking. Just like that, my high vanishes. I try to straighten, because this scene is over, but he wraps his fingers around my nape and easily holds me down.
“Answers, Violet.”
“Did you keep count? Can you give me a number?”
“They didn’t matter. You know it was business.”
“Neither did mine. Sadly, I was drunk my first time. I don’t remember much except for waking with a pounding headache and puking out my lungs. I guess you can call that a one-night stand. We parted ways without exchanging numbers. My first and only boyfriend lasted little less than half a year, and he never got me off. He was my neighbor in one of my classes. If you ask me, he didn’t even find me attractive. We were just both lonely.”
He lets go of my neck.
Pushing off the table, I turn around to face him. “Happy?”
“Deliriously. Almost.” He scrutinizes me. “Did they come inside you?”
I give him a cutting look. “We used condoms.”
“Good. Then I don’t have to kill someone.”
Mumbling, “You’re a caveman,” I walk past him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks.
“To get myself off.”
He grabs me so fast my head spins. “I’m not done with you.”