Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“You see, little girl,” the bastard murmurs. “Your brother likes the sight of your pretty body. So smooth, so tight,” he says with a chuckle which has my stomach rolling, fighting the revulsion, I bite down on his leg earning me an ear splitting slap sends me to the ground.
I expect him to beat me up, to hurt me, but he turns on his heel and makes his way to the bed where my sister is screaming for me to help her. I’m helpless to watch. The horror which continues before me is more than painful, it’s more than any fucking agony you could put me through.
The bastard stands once more, his body drenched in her blood, the knife in his hand soaked in the crimson fluid of my sister’s life, he smiles down at me. In my mind, I vow to myself I will seek vengeance. I’ll make him watch as I hurt the girl he had with him. I know it’s his daughter, there was a closeness to them. But I’ll wait until she’s of age, until she thinks she’s safe, I’m going to make her fucking pay while this monster watches.
“I spent my life waiting and watching you,” I tell her. When I look up to see why Lucille’s so quiet, I notice her shock, her revulsion, and her empathy. There is no pity in her eyes, and it calms me. I don’t like pity.
“I…” Her voice trails off, silence hangs between us like a weight. It’s heavy, commanding every breath I take. “I can’t… I don’t…” She shakes her head, her body trembling as her hands fumble at the hoodie she’s wearing. Her fingers tangle in the soft fabric, and I know she’s still processing.
When I first told the guys, they were livid, but it took them some time to come to terms with what I told them. “I wanted to hurt you so much,” I admit to her. “The hate I felt for you, it overshadowed everything. All those times I watched you from the shadows, when you bumped into me after leaving the bar, I wanted so much to shove you against a wall and slice you open.”
I don’t hold back and neither does she. “I don’t blame you for wanting to do it.” I’m surprised by her admission.
“Falcon and Crow saw you as something different than how I looked at you. They saw a woman. I saw the monster. I couldn’t differentiate between you and him. I wanted you to suffer like Missy did.”
Lucille moves from the one sofa, and settles in beside me. Her hand on my leg makes me anxious, but I don’t push her away. I want to, but I also want to drag her closer. To feel her body against mine. I want to lose myself in her and forget.
But forgetting means I’m not fulfilling my vow. I look up to see her watching me. It looks like she’s expecting me to hurt her, waiting for it. I grip her wrist, twisting it until she’s whimpering, and I drag her over to straddle me. Her legs on either side of mine.
“If you need this,” she whispers, leaning in, she tips her head to the side, and I note Crow’s teeth marks on her neck. “I accept it.” Three words are like gasoline to my anger. She drenches me in her fuel, and I grip her hips, digging my fingers in until she makes more pained sounds which make my dick hard.
The corner of my mouth tips upward, as I watch her squirm. The tears forming in her eyes are pretty gemstones, glistening with agony. I tug her forward, then back. Her heat against my crotch. I’m hard, so fucking hard.
“This is what you want. Isn’t it?” I hiss as she moans. There’s no denying this woman loves the rough shit. She hungers for it. Like a craving which can never be satiated. “You’re never leaving us.” There’s no lie in my words. The truth is, I don’t want her to leave, but I don’t tell her, not yet.
Releasing her hip, I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her head back until the smooth column of her neck is bared to me. The scent of her is intoxicating. Like the first shot of whiskey burning all the way down.
With my other hand, I dart it between her spread thighs, and I rub against the crotch of her sweatpants. The warmth emanating from her makes me smile. Her whimpers and moans get louder the harder I stroke against her clit, and as she crests, I stop.
Her lashes flutter, and her mouth parts on a pained mewl, and I start again. The edging is going to have her in pain very fucking soon. She’s hungry for an orgasm. Each time I deny her, the sounds she makes has my cock throbbing against my zipper.