Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I don’t say anything at first. I let his emotions fester for a few seconds as I process.
These things happen in cycles. A father hits a son, abuses him, and a son goes on to become an abusive father, and it rolls on like that, generation after generation, inflicting the same traumas on each other because humans are fallible and stupid and petty and mean. It’s not his fault, but it also very much is his fault, and I don’t want to empathize with him too much.
He nearly murdered my mother.
“So why would you want to go back to all that?” I ask it very gently, aware that I’m crossing an invisible line and taking a risk. He stares at me, gaze nakedly hostile, but he doesn’t answer right away. I don’t know if that’s a good thing.
“It’s my life,” he says at last.
“Does it have to be? If you hate your father so much—”
“I never said that.”
“If you hate your abuser, why go back? We’re cousins, right?”
“Whatever you’re trying to do, don’t bother. The Brotherhood is my life.”
I don’t try to argue. Instead, I give him more water, which he drinks, and offer him more food, which he eats. When I’m done, I leave him there alone in the dark basement to think about what I said, and maybe he comes to the right conclusion and maybe he doesn’t, but the seeds are there. They just need to grow.
Valentin’s fist wraps in my hair. “Today was a long, difficult day,” he says in my ear as his hand slips between my legs.
I try to struggle away. He holds me tight, his powerful hands gripping my soft body.
“I don’t really care how hard it was,” I say, gasping as he teases my pussy over my panties. I’ve been caught twice already and stripped down to my underwear. His cock is so hard it’s like iron against me, and I’m practically dribbling down my thighs, I’m so damn excited.
“Yes, you do. You care greatly, because when I’m in a bad mood, I take it out on you.” He has me pinned face-down against the bed, bent over the edge. His hand spanks my ass hard as he roughly rips my panties down to my knees.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he spanks me then buries two fingers deep inside. I buck my hips, and he pulls my hair as he glides them in and out.
“Look at you, messy, dirty little girl. You fight and moan and beg and still when I touch your pussy, you’re dripping wet and begging for more. I love it when you struggle, and I love it when you finally give in and moan for me.”
“You’re such a bastard,” I say but inside my core is singing with need as he unbuckles his belt.
I take my chance. I launch forward onto the bed, and I nearly get away but he catches my ankle at the last minute. I kick out, aiming for his chest, except he catches that with his other hand and easily turns me onto my back.
His cock’s out and he climbs on top of me. I gasp, trying to twist, but it’s too late. He’s got me, and his big, swollen tip presses against my wet entrance, and he slides deep inside.
“That’s my fucking girl,” he moans and I’m so goddamn dead I can barely think. It feels like heaven as he fucks me, and I completely forget about our little game.
All I want is him. I’m his wife, I’m his kitten, I’m his malishka. I’m his everything. I want him deep inside of me, thrusting and growling and telling me how good I feel. I want him there sleeping beside me at night, and there in the morning, kissing me and petting me and treating me like I’m his queen.
My husband fucks me, and I come like an explosion rocks through my world. All my triggers pull, and I melt all over him.
Valentin’s not far behind. We’re both pent-up and this little bit of rough-sex theater is how we do stress relief. He finishes inside of me, and I wrap my arms around him, all pretense dropped as I kiss him and snuggle in close.
I love when he grabs me, pins me down, and fucks me like a beast. But I also love after when he wraps his big arms around me and holds me tight against him and reminds me that the game is a game, but this right here, this is real.
He kisses my neck and breathes into me. “I had a day today,” he whispers.
“I did too. I had a conversation with my cousin for the first time.”
He grunts and I can tell he doesn’t like that. “Were you alone?”
“Yes, but the guards made sure he was properly tied up and they kept checking on me.”