Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
It takes her seconds. Cum drips down her slit and use my tongue to clean it. The gaping hole in my chest expands when I drop her to the ground, ignoring the world around me as I step over the naked body.
My cigarette burns through the dark as she grabs at her naked breasts, dipping her hands into the slippery puddle of blood and bringing it to her pussy. Her fingers begin their slow circle of torment, her eyes turning lazy on mine.
“I want you. I’ve missed you. Watching you with that bitch…” The bite of her tone has the hairs on my back rising.
What the fuck.
A smirk crawls over my face when I use my own body to force her back down to the floor, spreading her legs wide and dipping my cock into the entrance of her gaping hole. Wet and needy.
I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth. When she growls, my hips drive against her until I hit something deep inside.
“Mine.” I trace the familiar features. “You’re mine.”
I was a child when I knew I didn’t love anyone.
I was a young boy when I realized I loved her. I’d do anything for her. I would have…
My fingers find their way around her neck, but her legs widen for me.
“I waited for you for years,” I bite, my hips hitting her harder and harder, but she takes it like the greedy bitch that she is, widening even more.
My grip tightens. “I waited, and you never came.” Leaning down, I roll saliva around my mouth and spit over her bare pussy. Her eyes fly open and settle on mine, sweat rolling over her body and leaving streaks through the dried blood. “You’re mine, too. Even if—”
I squeeze, my balls tightening the closer that I get. Riding my cock deep inside of her wetness, she tightens, the ribbons of her cunt closing around me. Hard and fast, until her moans turn into screams and my fingers dig into the side of her stomach.
“I fucking loved you, and you left.”
Her screams turn into wails as my balls tighten and her orgasm rips around me. “But I still let you come all over my cock like my perfect little slut.”
“Always. Always whatever you want me to be. From the moment I felt you inside me when we were too young to know—” Her eyes close as she fights consciousness. I pick up my pace to a torturous thud until her ass claps against my balls, and my cock grows thicker. She turns purple, a beautiful shade of fucking death, and just as her life fades out, hot cum shoots out of my cock, and I empty myself deep inside of her dying corpse, feeling her sail deeper and deeper into the dark.
“Not anymore.”
I pull myself away and shrug my jeans back on, catching the fallen bodies around the room. One after the other, they come into view, and one after the other, I realize who they are.
My eyes fly back to where she’s passed out. If I leave her, she’ll die. I should leave her. She should die. But I fall back to my knees and bring my hand to her chest, pumping it in hundreds. Images flash through my mind with each one…
My legs burn the faster I run, but I know that I’m only a few steps away and I’d have found the darkest hiding spot. Somewhere that none of them would be able to find me in. I fucking hate this game, but for whatever reason, Mom and Dad want us to learn. They wanted us to play, and they said that one day, it will help. I wasn’t so sure.
I run through the maze, zipping past the perfectly manicured flowers and deeper and deeper into the darkness that eloped the castle’s maze. I’ve never gone this far in before. Not because I was afraid, I wasn’t. But because Mother told us to stay away from it.
Ha! Bet Evie and Halen wouldn’t find me now. Fucking Evie. She can always find me, even in the darkest of rooms.
I stop running, leaning over to rest my hands on my thighs when footsteps sound out behind me and a twig snaps. I quickly spin around, annoyed that they found me again—I was so sure that this would do it—“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Her brown hair is long, a complete contrast to her pale skin. Her mouth falls open, and a side smirk that reminds me of death swoops over her face. “Following you, of course.”
“Why!” No one follows me. Everyone runs away from me, afraid that I’ll kill their whole family.
“Because,” she whispers, and the closer she gets, the colder I become. I like it. It feels oddly comforting, and that makes no sense. When she is a breath away, her hand lifts and touches mine. “We are the same, you and I.”