Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Right in wrong.
Wrong in right.
Yin and yang.
“W-what if I want to stop?” I don’t recognize the neediness in my voice, and that’s when it hits me.
Really hits me.
Maybe this is what I’ve needed all along.
Not the expensive therapists or the group meetings or hiding so my mom doesn’t see what type of monster I am on the inside.
Maybe the solution has been to act on those urges I’ve felt since I was a teen.
Sebastian bites down on my earlobe and I whimper. “One word.”
“What?”
“I’m giving you one word to stop it all. If you don’t use it, everything is game.”
“What is it?”
He glides his tongue up and bites down on the shell this time, making me wince as his voice drops. “Reality.”
I shudder, my back going rigid against his hard chest. He’s not even touching me, but my clit is throbbing and tingling in morbid anticipation.
Inhaling a deep breath, I whisper, “Do…I not get boundaries?”
“You only get that word. Use it wisely.” He releases me, and I stumble forward as the rumble of his voice echoes in the darkness, “Now, run.”
I hesitate for a second, contemplating whether or not I have the time to grab my phone. The shuffling of footsteps behind me erases that idea.
Not thinking twice, I bolt forward, metaphorically stabbing in the dark until I stumble over something. A table.
I grimace as the sting spreads through my feet, but I don’t stop. I feel around, my adrenaline level spiking until it’s pulsing in my limbs. My heart throbs as I squint, trying to make out anything in the darkness.
It’s strange how the senses sharpen when our vision is gone. I can feel the air forming goosebumps on my skin and smell the sweat trickling between my brows. But most of all, I can hear the thudding of footsteps behind me, of someone coming after me.
Just like that night in the forest, a strange aura overwhelms me and my senses sharpen until it’s scary.
I dash forward until I touch something. The railings. I grab on to them as I climb the stairs. Every now and then, I glance behind me and imagine a shadow on my tail.
Only it’s not my imagination.
He is right behind me.
I shriek as I start taking them two at a time. His thudding footsteps follow right after. Hard. The sound reverberates through my ears and chest.
The rush of energy is so high that I’m physically dizzy. My legs scream with pain and I trip, falling to my knees with a thud. I lose my balance and I’m about to fall backward, but I catch myself last second.
I don’t stand, though.
Or more like, I can’t.
Sebastian grabs me by the hair and I scream as he pushes me face-first into the stairs. My jaw hits the hard flooring and my eyes sting with tears from the impact. I think I’ve broken something, but apparently not since all I can focus on is the large body covering me from behind.
Swallowing me.
Dwarfing me.
Dominating me.
His hard chest feels like lava against my back. Loud thumps penetrate my ears and I’m not sure if it’s my heartbeat or his.
Or a mixture of both.
He grabs my shoulder blade hard. “Where do you think you’re going, my filthy little slut?”
My breath hitches, it’s in equal measure because of his words and the new depth in his voice. The raspiness in it as if he’s indeed a different person.
A stranger.
This is happening.
“I’m going to ram my bare dick into that tight cunt of yours and rip you apart and you’re going to take it like the dirty whore you are.”
Holy fucking shit.
Is it possible to come by just his words and his hold on me? Because I think I’m getting there.
This is crazy.
He’s crazy.
I’m crazy.
And yet, I buck against him, my ass nuzzling into the hardness of his cock.
It’s so thick and big, I feel it through my shorts. I feel how much it’ll hurt, how much I might not survive this.
But it’s impossible to stop, not when I’ve gotten this far.
“Do you really think you can fight me, slut?”
I don’t know what snaps me. If it’s the name-calling or the condescension in it, but I squirm as a roar echoes through the empty darkness.
Mine.
I twist around, squealing as I hit and claw anywhere I can touch him. His arm, his face, his shoulder. I don’t know, but I think I even rip his shirt.
My crazed movements are based on pure instinct, as if I’ve lost the rational, human side of me and I’m just an animal now.
Like him.
We’re both pure fucking animals.
He grabs both of my wrists and slams them above my head on the stairs as the shadow of his abdomen flexes over me.
I try to kick him as I wiggle, releasing god-awful raspy pants filled with the need to survive.
“Let me go, you fucking asshole.” I don’t recognize my deep voice and the throatiness of it. I sound like I’m really in danger. And maybe I am.