Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
My heart hitches when the weight of the bed shifts as he straddles my body. This is it. I glance down at his cock, and a tiny twinge of fear sets in when I know just how much his size will be too much for me to take.
Phoenix lowers his weight upon me and positions his cock at my pussy. The meaty head stretches my hole wide as he enters, and I moan with the biting pain. He doesn’t give me any time to get used to his girth but rather begins thrusting in and out at a steady pace.
There are no kisses. No caresses. No loving words of affection.
The actions are cold yet the heat between us blazes to an epic proportion of inferno. My body explodes almost instantly, finally free to release the long-overdue energy that has been pent up since my captivity started. Phoenix hasn’t given me permission to come, but I don’t care. I will accept whatever punishment he will deliver later for my actions. It’ll be worth it.
So fucking worth it.
As I cry out his name and my pussy contracts around his cock, he pulls his face back enough so he can look into my eyes. Maybe it’s the sexual energy flowing through me, or maybe it’s simply wishful thinking, but I see something in his eyes.
Softness.
Emotion beyond what normally only belongs to a sadist.
Connection.
Phoenix continues to push and pull inside of me as his eyes never leave mine.
In and out, I see him.
In and out, I feel him.
In and out, Phoenix seems to merge with not just my body, but my soul.
I am his. I have been his for a long time. But at this very moment, I truly believe he is…
He is mine.
He is my monster, my captor, mine, and I am never going to let him go.
I never want this moment to end. Never.
But eventually, my body explodes again, and it is all that Phoenix needs to groan loudly and give one final thrust as he spills his completion inside of me.
Taking a few minutes to gather his senses as he breathes against the pillow beside my head, he eventually pulls his face back and stares at me again. He doesn’t say anything, nor do I. But in this moment, something is different.
He is not a monster.
He is a man.
Nothing but a man.
I am not the prey.
I am a woman.
Nothing but a woman.
But we are together. We are as one. We are in this nightmare together, and we both know it.
“My seed’s inside you,” he states as if a medical procedure has just occurred. Any romantic bubble I thought I had, pops.
I nod, hating the thought of merely being a vessel.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
Phoenix
I fucked up. I enter the kitchen and pour myself a scotch.
Something doesn’t sit easy with me, and I can’t put my finger on it. It isn’t guilt. Having sex in the manor is definitely uncharted territory. Maybe it’s just as simple as that.
Maybe I’ve gone too far. The girl has sure atoned for her crimes. That ass of hers has paid the price. I need to be done and move on.
Taking a sip, I chuckle against the crystal glass. She fucking likes it. Who would have thought? I didn’t see that one coming when I planned this out.
Rare breed.
Rare breed, indeed. And the sex…
My cock twitches at the memory. Yeah. There’s something about that woman.
I take a drink as I inhale air between my teeth and try to push the image of Ani out of my mind.
Addictive.
Which is dangerous. I can’t think with my cock instead of my head. I need to focus on the goal. I ignore the urge to march back into her room and to bury my cock inside her again.
Addictive.
She lied to me. I hate liars. I have to remember that. I have to make sure she never does it again.
But… I think I’ve done that.
I nod. Yeah, I have. I take another sip.
Jesus Christ, I’m an asshole. A mad man.
I’m just like my father. I’ve morphed to become Troy Godwin, torturing a woman. Pushing her to the brink of insanity. I’m repeating history.
It’s like I’m thinking about her as a prized mare in heat and the details of mating her. It’s as if this is nothing but a mundane, daily task of running a business.
My cock disagrees, however.
There is nothing mundane about that woman. Nothing.
I can’t just fuck her and leave. My cock is screaming at me for more, but my core is also demanding I return to her. She’s paid for her crimes. I can’t keep being the monster. I have to eventually back down.
We just fucked.
I just put my goddamn seed inside her.
That means one thing. The next chapter has begun.
Once I return to her room, I say, “Your main punishment—being locked in the room—is now over. And I believe you deserve a comfort item as a reward.”