Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Like a statue, I remain sitting on the bed, helpless in the center of the storm.
Chaos surrounds me while I’m completely still, untouched by the disorder.
Then as if the eye of the storm has settled on me, he stands unmoving. Nostrils flare and fists clench. His veins bulge with red hot anger.
His gaze lands on me, and ice skates down my spine when I see the darkness in his eyes. The man I’ve come to love has been replaced by a beast of a man, and I’m not sure I’m going to make it out of this room without being ripped to pieces.
“We can talk about this. Let me explain…” I start, but the menacing look in his eyes steals the air from my lungs, and I find the rest of my words get lodged in my throat.
Separating the distance between us in three huge strides, he stands before me as if he is a Greek god. I have enough common sense to keep my mouth shut and thank god because something tells me Julian wouldn’t hesitate to strangle me.
Fear zings through me with the intensity of a lightning bolt, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. When he leans forward and grabs a fist full of my shirt, tugging me to the edge of the bed in the process.
Gritting his teeth like an animal, he sneers, “I don’t want to talk… I want to hurt you.”
His words stir a fire of desire and anger inside of me, and without thinking my actions through, I lift my hand and slap him across the face. A sting of pain kisses my palm, and Julian’s face cuts to the side from the impact.
What happens next is something I never could’ve expected. Instead of hitting me back or hurting me, he kisses me. His lips press against mine with a hateful heat. It’s teeth and the coppery tang of blood explodes against my tongue when his own enters my mouth. I swear I feel every drop of pain, anger, and fear in that kiss.
It’s like he’s trying to suffocate me with it. The kiss becomes something else entirely when the world around us starts to fade away, and we start tugging at each other’s clothes. Fabric tears and buttons fly, and I’m only vaguely aware of my naked state when Julian pushes me back against the bed and climbs on top of me.
One large hand circles my throat, as he pins my naked body beneath his. My sex clenches and nipples harden as he squeezes my slim throat a little tighter, his eyes never wavering from mine. He’s pushing me, looking to see how far I will go.
“Hurt me. Do it. I know you want to.” I push the words out through my gritted teeth. Even as angry as I am with him, I’m turned on too. I lift my hips even though they’re pinned to the bed by the weight of his body.
“I do… I want to fucking strangle you for being so stupid. For thinking you could leave, and I wouldn’t find you,” he hisses and leans down, pressing his nose flat against mine. His nostrils flare like a bull that’s ready to charge. I want to push him, to anger him because at least when he’s like this, I can see how much he cares, see that he does want me even if he doesn’t always say it.
“If it wasn’t for the police, I could have. I’d be long gone by now.” It’s the wrong move and one that could end up burning me in the end, but I want to feel him right now, feel his fear, feel the love I know he refuses to admit for me.
Like a branch swaying in a storm, he snaps. In an instant, he’s lifting me and reversing our spots. The world around me spins for one brief moment, then he’s regaining his hold on my throat as he situates me on top of him.
Squirming against his thick cock, I mewl into the air, there is a thick, primal need frantically clawing up my spine.
“You want my cock, don’t you? Want me to fill you up? Touch that spot deep inside you that no one else will. You think you can run, but you would come back. There is nothing like what we share, and if you think I would let another man touch what is mine, you’re just as crazy as me. I’d kill him, and then fuck you right beside his still-warm body. You’re mine. All mine. Every fucking inch of you, and I’m going to punish your tight hole. Remind you of who it is that owns you, my wife.”
There is no warning as he tightens his grip on my throat, and enters me in one swift move, his cock sliding all the way home. The muscles of my core quiver, and even though I’m slick with raw need, there is a tinge of pain that follows.