Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“I’ll try to give you whatever the fuck you need but baby, this shit tonight? That’s what it sounds like, you pulling back from me? Then the shit you’re saying? We’re forever, Tia. And don’t you fucking dare pull away from me like that.”
“I w-won’t. I’m s-sorry.” She was bawling.
“I love you so fucking much,” I said hoarsely. “Please baby, know that, know that I want to be what you need. When I’m inside you, I know I don’t deserve you, you’re a gift I didn’t have the karma to earn. I should never have earned your love and I know I started out taking you against your will, but when you started to give, you healed so much in me. I’m not all fixed. But I’m trying and I can’t do it if you’re broken. I need your strength, baby. Don’t take it away.”
She nodded and buried her face into my neck. “Hurry. Harder. Fuck me harder so we can just sleep and please forget all the stupidity, all that word vomit that came out of my mouth tonight.”
I stopped, looking at her, feeling so much pain at what I’d done to her.
“Tommy. Hurry baby. Harder.”
I went harder. Her head rolled back. I re-positioned her, hauling her ankles up over my shoulders, and pounded hard, again working her clit, until she whimpered.
“I can’t. I can’t come again. Just you.”
But, I didn’t stop until she did. It took a long time and she tried to fake it, but I knew it wasn’t real so I kept at her until we both got there.
I pulled her to me. We were sweaty, exhausted, and both of our heads were fucked right up.
We were both broken, worse than broken. What a fucking pair.
I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed her palm.
“Tommy? I’m sorry for what I said.”
“Shh, sleep baby.” I couldn’t talk it over any more tonight. I cradled her head to my chest.
She cried herself to sleep on my chest while I stroked her hair. Just like the first night she came to me.
Why the fuck did I bring her back to Vegas? She warned me, she was completely open about how she felt about coming here, and I didn’t fucking listen.
When she was finally asleep, I got out of bed pulling my underwear up. I went to the john and then out to the mini bar and poured a drink. Dex was there, watching TV. He was on-guard from inside the suite, taking three-hour shifts with Nino and Will.
Dex gave me a chin jerk and it had just a slight bit of “you the man” to it. He’d heard us. He couldn’t not. But I didn’t feel like “the man”. I gave him a nod and downed my drink before I went back to bed.
I had nightmares of that bloody fucking wedding dress again. Tia was wearing it, limp and lying on the bed. Her eyes open and dead. Her belly huge, the dress cut out around it, the letters
TF Jr
carved on her pregnant stomach.
7
Thailand – Kruna Resort
It was a long flight to Bangkok. But not long enough. Far too soon, we were in the limo and then we were there. I talked myself into a semi-catatonic robotic state and with his reassurance as well as a whispered, “Be my good girl and I’ll reward you later,” just before we went in.
My husband, my Master, doing his best to take care of me. I was so lucky.
We walked in through the front entrance. He had my hand. I focused on his warmth, his strength, on putting one foot in front of the other.
I’m safe. Safe. Dare has me. I’m wearing his collar. I’m wearing his wedding rings. None of them can hurt me. He won’t let them touch me.
I continued to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and letting him lead as we walked into the lobby. We were immediately greeted by a concierge and ushered into a room behind the reception area.
The instant the door clicked shut behind us, I heard a name that made my skin crawl.
“Felicia. My, my. Look at you.” Cleo’s voice pierced the silence of the room like nails on a chalkboard and my body instantly reacted. Every single muscle in my body prepared for something. What? Fight? Flight?
Or was it preparing to go to that place far away in my head where I used to go when I was on autopilot, going from A to B over and over and over? Maybe that’s where I needed to go right now.
I didn’t know what would happen next. I needed to hold myself stoic, remember my training, remember what it was that got me out of here a few months ago.
Dare sensed the change in me; he was prepared. His grip on my hand tightened and then his lips touched my temple.