Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I waited until she couldn’t take anymore, and then I moved between her thighs, holding my stiff prick as I placed it against her entrance.
Staring into her eyes, I slammed balls deep inside her.
She was still having little aftershocks of her release. I felt the fluttering of her pussy as I took her. For a few seconds, I held myself deep within her.
No pain. Nothing between us.
After pulling out until only the tip was inside her, I thrust in again, this time seeming to go deeper. Then, I didn’t know what happened, it was like I was possessed. I couldn’t stop myself as I worked my cock in and out of her, drawing every single ounce of pleasure from her body.
She was all mine. I couldn’t let Sian go.
I would die for this woman.
How did they do it?
How did The Society know how to pick the right woman for us? No one could have known how Sian would turn out. This was more than a simple picking. She was my soul mate, I just knew it.
Fuck! I didn’t believe in this kind of shit, but balls deep inside Sian, I knew there was nothing else I could believe. She was everything.
My release was so close, and I couldn’t control it.
I plunged inside her, hoping to control my orgasm, but it didn’t work. Her tight heat, the feel of her, it was all too much as I came, pulsing my cum deep into her womb, wondering if she was going to get pregnant or if she was on the pill.
****
Dante
I had to get away from the sterile house. Everyone was so fucking depressing that I felt it sticking to my being, threatening to drag me down into the pits of hell. To some, this may seem extreme, but to me, it made complete sense.
There was just too much going on around me, and I had to get my shit grounded together, which was why I was in my car, traveling toward my safe haven. What I didn’t expect was for Sian to ask to come with me.
After breakfast, I said I needed to get out of the house for a day or two. Without saying where I was going, Sian had asked to come with.
At first, I was going to deny her, but then this was Sian. I couldn’t deny her anything, nor would I want to.
“Do you want to know where I’m going?” I asked.
“Your safe space,” she said.
“How did you know?”
“I kind of guessed it.” She looked at me, but I needed to focus on driving. “It has been a tense couple of days. It’s not exactly hard to put two and two together. You need a place to recharge. That I get.” She was looking through a couple of CDs I had but never listened to. When she finished looking through them, she put them back into the glovebox.
Silence fell between us. It wasn’t awkward, but I didn’t want there to be any kind of silence. “How are you feeling?” I asked.
“I … kind of numb, but you know, coping. It’s all I can do.”
“Do you miss your mom?” I asked.
Sian sighed, which made me turn toward her to see what I’d said that made her do that. “To be honest, no. I know it makes me sound like an awful person. Every time I think it, I know it makes me sound awful. Who wouldn’t miss their mother?”
“Someone who doesn’t know her,” I said.
“Exactly. I don’t know her. I know things about her, obviously. People loved her. Your dad, Justin, George, and Lucas all loved her. It’s not hard for that to be seen. They always look like their favorite toy has been taken away.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I get that our parents have sex and all, but I don’t want to think of our parents doing it.”
“It bothers you?” Sian asked.
“Yeah, it’s not something I want to get a visual picture on.” I wasn’t an idiot. I knew it happened. Of course, I knew it did, but there were also limits to what I wanted to know, and thinking about our folks all getting it on wasn’t on my list of things to think about or see.
She chuckled. “I agree with you. Going back to my feelings about my mom, I then feel bad. When she wasn’t under my dad’s thumb, she tried, you know. She tried to make me safe. To do everything to give me a better life. How can I not, you know, miss that? She has to be a good woman.”
“One day, you’re going to be able to talk to her.” I hoped that was true.
If Alexander could kill her nanny and Heather, then I wouldn’t rule it out that he’d killed before, and would probably also kill her mother.
What I was surprised about was why he hadn’t done so before. Why wait? Why make her suffer for this long? There was always a risk that the drugs he fed her would wear off. That was what I didn’t get. Why keep her around if she was a liability when he’d proven more than once he could kill easily?