Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
The only thing stopping the people inside Gooskis from hearing my moans was the soft rock music drowning them out. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood, groaning in frustration, struggling to take him deeper. I wanted him to pull out and fuck my ass without mercy.
I almost begged him to call me dirty again. I wanted to be told how well I took his dick while he had his hand wrapped around my throat. What I needed him to do was lie like the man I was failing to forget would. I wanted to be punished again, lied to, and told how good I was when I was nothing but rotten to the core. I wasn’t a good—not even a little bit—but this had to be enough for the woman I was trying to become.
So, I let yet another stranger make me come.
CHAPTER SIX
CONSTANTINE
How could she let strangers touch what belonged to me? In a parking lot of a shitty bar of all the places. It was a pitiful and painful rendition of what we used to do. The worst offense of all, was her forgetting how fucking precious she was.
These pieces of shit she let put their hands on her body didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as she did. My rage was partially subdued by the look on her face and the sounds she was making. He couldn’t fuck her as well as I did. No one other than me could ever give my wife what she needed.
What had just happened was proof enough of that. The soft moans pouring from her mouth should have been unintelligible screams. To the point, he’d either need to gag her or pull out and shove his dick down her throat.
She should have begged for it to end while simultaneously spreading her legs, eager for more.
Maxwell needed to grab her hair like he wanted to rip it from her fucking skull. His hands should have wrapped around her fucking throat until it was bruised and hurt to swallow for days afterward. She would, though. Rose always swallowed like she was supposed to, happily letting my come fill her stomach.
If I shut my eye and slowed my breathing, I could allow myself to feel her again. Pulling my dick out of my jeans, I grabbed the base of it and began to stroke, picturing her bent over that same car. She was tight, so fucking tight, just like I remembered—like I knew she would be after all these years. I pumped up and down, hearing her breathy little moans in my head growing louder and louder.
She liked to leave her mark on my back, digging in until I bled. I pictured her doing just that, coming like a schoolboy in the front seat of my truck with a quiet grunt.
I stared down at my still semi-hard cock with a frown. It seemed neither of us would be getting what we wanted tonight. Pulling open the glove box, I cleaned myself up with a pair of pink underwear I’d taken from her dresser, picturing all the beautiful ways I was going to punish her for this.
Part of me wanted to snap her goddamn neck—like I had the first girl I ever fucked. I got tired of her crying every other day and telling me I was a monster. Another part of me wanted to gut her like a fucking pig and listen to her scream as I slowly pulled her insides out and showed them to her like I had my sixteenth birthday present.
But that’s what those worthless bitches were meant for. There were dozens of them throughout the family.
They’d never been special like Roselynn or my mother before her and so on. I would never hurt her in the way I had them. I was just venting right now. Who wouldn’t? I’d waited on her for years, and this was how she wanted our reunion to be?
If I didn’t love her so much it physically hurt, I would’ve ended this long ago. I wouldn’t be following her to the ends of the fucking earth. What else could I do when she was the reason I breathed? I needed her like the world needed the sun.
I was going to have to remind her why I was perfect for her. Soon enough, she’d remember why it was she needed me, too. Then, I’d make her get on her knees and beg for my forgiveness as I’d once done for her.
Watching my beautiful girl settle for someone else felt like someone kickstarted a chainsaw inside me, eviscerating what was left of the heart that only beat for her.
She was gone now, taking the long drive home to that shitty house I loathed her living in. It was better suited for squatters and rats. She’d gotten perceptive over the past few months, which made me have to be more careful. As of now, she was still none the wiser of how close I was. She was about to find out. She left me with no choice but for me to get her attention. I hopped out of my truck and made my way across the parking lot.