Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Wordlessly, he held the vial to my lips.
I clamped them shut and shook my head, pleading silently to stop.
His chest heaved as his fingers dug into the back of my head. He fisted a handful of hair, and with a sadistic yank, he pulled my head back, igniting pain over my scalp.
With my lips open in a soundless scream, he tipped the elixir onto my tongue.
I wasn’t fast enough to spit this time.
His large hand clamped over my mouth, pinching my nose at the same time.
Our eyes locked again, but unlike last time, our roles were very clear. No muddy guesses or tentative hope that this meant more. Just tyrannical clarity that I was his to use, rent, abuse.
I swallowed.
I swallowed the elixir, my stupid hope, my eternal optimism, and most of all, I swallowed any unruly affection until I could no longer feel its fluttering wings in my belly.
I wanted it to die.
Forever.
With a tortured noise in his chest, he ran his thumb along the seam of my lips, gathering up whatever lingered. With a darkness etching his eyes, he placed his thumb into his own mouth as if tasting the residue of elixir he’d fed me.
His eyes snapped closed.
My heart quickened.
Maybe, he wouldn’t go through with it. Perhaps, he’d keep me—
He snatched his phone from the trolley.
And before I could speak, he pressed the button.
The world went white.
My system overloaded.
I traded real world for illusion.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I WASN’T A MAN.
I was pure rage.
Rage and confusion and turbulence.
Churning storms full of blurring lines and major fuck ups.
A monster with a heart that’d suddenly remembered how to care.
I cared about her.
I wanted her.
I love—
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I STOOD ON A doorstep.
A simple, suburban doorstep in a cookie-cutter neighbourhood. I glanced around, trying to figure out what the hell this meant. A potted pansy rested by the front door, bright red paint highlighted the entry, and a perfectly mowed lawn swept all the way to a snowy white fence and flamingo-shaped letterbox.
I tried to stay focused on the strangeness of this normal world, but a dangerous bubbling had already begun in my blood. An insidious hint that the elixir Sully had poured down my throat had attached itself to my nervous system and begun its swift takeover.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I fought it as best I could.
I tried to understand this new universe.
I didn’t know what I’d expected, but I’d braced myself for another cave. Another fire crackling, blizzard blowing, mildew painted prehistoric cave. I shuddered at the thought of another caveman coming to mount me without any introduction.
A moan tried to claw up my throat as my nipples hardened and a flush of heat worked its way down my belly to my core. Wild need licked under my skin, searching for relief.
Hugging myself, I tried to contain the bubbles and rapidly pinging lust within. I hadn’t prepared to find myself standing on some stoop with sun that felt so real beaming on my skin and the squeals of kids playing on their bike down the road.
Where was the man I’d been sent to?
Who would help me when I could no longer function as a girl and became a writhing creature instead?
Please…
My pussy clenched on nothing, sending another flood of heat through my insides.
Oh, God.
Sully might’ve given me an orgasm before my arrival, but it wouldn’t be enough. One would never be enough.
I need…
God, I need.
No!
Stop it!
Sweat broke out over my forehead as heartbeat by heartbeat, my body became prisoner to its carnal wants.
Ignore it.
Just…ignore it.
Another full-body clench squeezed every cell. I swear each atom and molecule died a tiny orgasmic death. I shivered as my clit swelled for touch.
Not just any touch.
Rough handling and brutal use.
I wanted a man to cup me whole and let me grind on his palm. I wanted him to push me against this wall and fuck me.
Oh—
I jolted with gluttony. Sexual gluttony I couldn’t ignore but had to feast on. My hand dropped to press against my pussy.
I tripped forward, losing my balance, and bracing myself against the doorframe.
My palm hit a button, sending a shrill ring slicing through the quaint neighbourhood.
My lust hiccupped, faced with a new threat.
The doorbell echoed within the house, announcing my arrival.
I waited to be found out. To be chased off this persons’ porch before I fell to my knees and tried to have sex with their doormat.
When no one came, I buckled over as another wave washed over me.
A hot and hungry wave, thick and cloying, filling my mind with sinning desire. As I swallowed hard, a horrendous thought filled me. If there was no one here. If Sully had sent me to a world where I was alone, I would resort to what I’d become when I’d first arrived. My fingers would ache from getting myself off. My wrists would snap from the pressure I’d use to pleasure myself.