Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Please stay?” he questions, his cock sliding away from my clit and toward my opening. He doesn’t enter me, just rubs against me.
“I hate you.”
“I love you.”
His teasing and proclamations of love have me so confused. My heart is thundering right out of my chest. It wants to run away with him and never look back. My mind is at war, though. I can’t wrap my head around what he’s done. It’s twisted. Fucking insane.
“Let me make love to you,” he breathes against my lips. I’ve lost feeling in my hands where he grips me tight. The thought of him pushing inside me has a low moan rumbling in my throat. Everything throbs for him despite the anger exploding through me. “Say the words and you’re mine again. It’s been all about you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I can’t get you out of my head. The only thing that’ll stop me from loving you—from fucking consuming you—is a bullet to my skull. Is that what you want?”
I whimper and hiss out, “Yes.”
“Liar,” he growls, his cock barely pressing into me. “You want my cock to stretch you open. You hate that you can’t hate me. You hate that you want me to fuck you. You love that I’m obsessed with you. You want my children and my last name. Fucking admit it, Violet.”
“I can’t,” I choke out. “I can’t admit it.”
“You’re beautiful even when you’re in denial.”
I shiver and plead once more. “Please.”
“This?” he questions. The tip of his cock slides further into me.
I can’t breathe. He’s too much. He’s overwhelming. “Y-Yes.”
A scream rips from me because before I’ve barely spit out the word, he drives into me with enough force to rip me in two. Gray is an F-5 tornado destroying me with every touch. And yet I can’t step out of his path. I allow him to consume me.
“I love you,” he tells me over and over again as if it’s a prayer.
All I can do is ride out the storm. My orgasm teases and taunts me. Reminds me that if I give in, he’ll give me everything.
He’s not like Vaughn, he’s worse. My ruthless attempts to convince myself aren’t working because, deep down, I know. He’s not worse. He doesn’t hurt me.
Gray just clouds around me in his intoxicating haze until I’m drunk off his heady scent and whispered vows. I’m so lost in him that I don’t realize he’s released my hands until my fingers claw at his hair. This time, when his lips brush against mine, he follows it with a demanding kiss. So much emotion and power comes with the kiss that I fall victim to it. I want his overpowering attention and affection. I want his gentle love but rough lovemaking. I want him to stalk me to the ends of the earth.
This means I’m sick too.
“Come for me, baby,” he breathes against my mouth as his fingers slip between our slick-from-sweat bodies. The moment he touches my clit, I lose all sense of time and reason. My world tilts off its axis as pleasure crashes through me. I come so hard, my bones feel as though they’re rattling inside me. “Oh, fuck,” he groans as his release spills from him. “My God you’re perfect.”
I close my eyes as his seed pours into me and my body goes limp. I’m exhausted from the tears and the emotions that were exploding through me. The adrenaline that was spiking through me has slowly drained away from me like his cum that leaks from my body.
“Let me take care of you,” he coos as he slides out of me.
I no longer have any fight left in me. He’s a stalker. The man has crept into my home, jacked off all over me, probably touched me while I slept, gone through my things, and lied to me.
And yet I still somehow feel safe with him.
It makes absolutely no sense.
“I don’t know what to think,” I murmur as he carries me to bed.
He kisses my forehead. “I know. So don’t think. Just let me take care of you, like I always will.”
I curl up into a ball once he sets me on the bed. He leaves and several moments later he comes back. Dutifully, he shoves the gun back under the mattress and plugs my phone back in. Then, he uses a wet cloth to clean my stomach and between my legs. Once the light is turned off, he slides into the bed behind me. I shiver until he envelops me with his warmth. My skyrocketing heart slows to a crawl, as my eyelids grow heavy.
I’m tired, and truth be told, I like him wrapped around me.
I know what’s right and wrong, yet here I am, choosing wrong because it feels right.
“I love you, Violet,” he murmurs against my hair.