Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“Obviously,” I spit at him. Picking up a piece of toast, I bite into it.
“I like it when you’re feisty. But that shit will only go a certain distance for me, Everly. You will learn to listen and obey.”
“Doubt that anything in that contract says how I should act.”
“Correct. But no wife of mine will act out in any manner. She will not work, and she will not disobey me.”
I lean forward, pinning my eyes to him. “You can’t change the way I think or act, Gunner. No matter what you do.”
“Do you still love me, Everly?”
Sitting back, I don’t answer.
The truth is worse than the lie.
I do.
And I hate myself for it.
More than I care to admit.
“I’ll just have to train you harder.”
“Fuck you.”
“Let’s rest first, then maybe later if I’m feeling up to it, I might let you suck my cock.” He stands, walks to the fridge, and I contemplate not eating.
That’s stupid, though, because it doesn’t affect him, it only affects me, and I’m starving.
We climbed into bed after dinner and soon after, fell asleep. I didn’t ask him any more questions and he never pressed to hear what I was thinking.
I feel him stir next to me. His arm grabs me in his sleep, and I stay still, waiting to hear his soft snore.
My breathing stops as I listen, then slowly, ever so slowly, I slide out from the circle of his arm. Removing myself from him, I stand looking down at him. He’s naked. And beautiful. It makes me mad, so fucking mad. How can he, this man who has everything, act this way. Treat someone he claims to love like this.
The kicker of this whole situation is, I hate myself for liking it.
I hate that when he touches me, even in anger, I like it.
Tears leave my face and I angrily swipe them away, reaching for the closest shirt I can find, and tiptoe out of the room. When I see the front door, my feet can’t move fast enough as I pull the door open, not even caring that I don’t have any underwear or even shoes on and just run. My feet smack the dirt in front of the house, and all I can see is bushes. I run through, hearing my breathing become heavier and heavier with each step I take. When I finally stop, that’s when I hear him. Turning around fast, he’s standing directly behind me and he tackles me to the ground, covering me in dirt, and then he lies on top of me.
“Are you being a naughty, little whore? You want to play a game of cat and mouse, do you?” He slaps my ass and pushes my face into the dirt. “We can play. Tell me, what eats a bunny?” He spreads my legs behind me, kicks them open, and stays lying on my back. The tears that leave my eyes don’t stop as they hit the dirt one after the other.
“Gunner, don’t.”
He comes down close, so his face is on my ear. “I can smell you, Everly. Tell me you don’t want it. That you aren’t wet for me right now.”
“I’m not.”
He slaps my ass again and it hurts. “We agreed not to lie to each other, Everly.” He takes a deep breath, his hand coming to touch my pussy and pushing a finger in. “Now tell me you aren’t wet for me. Tell me while I prepare to fuck you like a dirty whore on this ground like an animal.”
My body moves to accommodate his fingers and I hate myself for it.
“I can’t,” I scream out. There’s nothing around us but trees and dirt. No one will hear me—he’s made sure of that.
When I first met him, and he heard me saying I liked to be choked, how fucking stupid I was back then, joking about it.
Gunner doesn’t do vanilla play. How he did that with me for three months, I will never know. No, Gunner likes to treat me as if I’m a whore he’s picked up from the side of the street.
I am not.
“I know you can’t because you love it just as much as I do. Maybe even more.” He removes his fingers and I feel him there. He pushes in and stays holding me to the dirt, my face not able to move.
“I don’t.”
“You do. Your body responds to me in ways only a woman who wants to be fucked does.”
“Fuck you,” I say into the dirt.
He pushes in and out, holding me so I’m unable to move. My pussy is sore, and with each stroke and push he gives me, my body betrays me and enjoys each and every movement.
I hate him.
I love him.
“I hate you,” I scream.
“Sure you do.” He removes himself from me and lifts up, turning me around so I’m facing him. Rough hands lift my shirt as his mouth comes down and kisses my stomach. Then without warning he sucks my stomach hard, marking me then biting me in the same spot. His cock is free and hard as he sits up. He notices my eyes on it and they watch me. “You hate it, but you also can’t get enough of it. I wonder what your limit is? I don’t have one. And I’ll have to learn to be more careful with you. I don’t want to break you too early. I wouldn’t really want to bring another woman into this relationship.”