Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Good girl.” He tosses the belt to the side of the bed. He replaces the belt with the palm of his hand and begins caressing my burning flesh with the gentlest of touch.
I hiss in response, yet my body hungers for more. Self-hatred suffocates me from how my body reacts to this assault. Everything deep within me knows the sizzling electricity coursing through me is wrong and yet, I want more. What exactly that “more” is, I’m not sure. I just know I need more.
“Remember that, princess. Your survival will depend on you understanding you’re not in the position to fight me. You’ve entered my world. And frankly, I’m tiring of spanking this ass of yours.”
I nod between ragged breaths.
He dips his finger between the juncture of my thighs, collecting the juices of my heated sex on his fingertips, and brings them to my nose. “Do you smell how turned on you are?” He raises them to my eyes. “You can cry and plead all you want, but it’s all for show. A part of you likes this.” He brings his fingers to my mouth and presses them past my lips. “You can’t deny how wet this makes you.”
He forcibly swirls his fingers along my tongue, giving me no choice but to suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting my own musky essence. I have never been this aroused, let alone known what it smells like, looks like, or tastes like. I stare into his eyes and lick his fingers clean.
The way he looks at me. The way he studies my every move…
Am I pleasing him? I want to please him…
Wait, no!
What the fuck has gotten into me?
Who am I?
Has my time in the cage actually turned me into an animal?
I should be screaming. I should be in agonizing torment, praying for death over his touch on my body any longer, and yet…
“You like discipline, you like pain.”
I shake my head with his fingers still invading my mouth. “No,” I mumble against his fingers.
“Yes,” he argues with a slight smile. “My beast likes the claws.”
Fuck. How can this be? I hate him. I hate everything about what he’s done to me…and yet I want his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I want his touch. I want it more than anything. I hunger. I crave. I need. My ass burns, my neck throbs, but my soul ignites for more. I want it again.
Choke me, beat me, and please, oh please fuck me.
Harder.
Forceful.
Apollo Godwin.
He is pulling his pants down. I know. I can hear him, sense him, feel his sexual presence without even having to look over my shoulder. He will fuck me…and God help me—I will allow him to. Actually, I am two seconds from begging him to.
It isn’t a cry for help that escapes my lips when his cock penetrates my wet pussy. It isn’t a curse, or a demand for him to stop. It is a gasp of delight, followed by a moan of pleasure. My mind screams to resist, yet my body demands me to yield. He is inside me, balls deep.
I am one with my villain.
Malevolence has merged with my soul, and all light that held on by a thread becomes conquered by the darkness of my husband’s claiming.
Over and over, his cock thrusts. It doesn’t feel like any other fucking of my life. No, this is animalistic.
Animalistic fucking. Yes, this is nothing but a fucking of the beasts. In, out, in, out. There is a rhythm. There is a cadence. My body marches in tempo to his control. His cock conquers my pussy.
Possession.
There is no way to describe it other than Apollo’s possession of his captive. This is not a husband and a wife making love. This is not how we’ve done it before. This is different. So very different.
His hard cock enters my wet pussy, and it stings because it’s been so long since we last had sex. It burns from the inside out. It scorches my core. It annihilates all that is good left inside. All that is left is fucking broken, as I’m sure he intended to do. All that is left is sex, conquer, demand, hate, and beauty.
A dark, awful, alluring beauty. Fucking beauty. That is what there is. Nothing but dark, fucking beauty.
He says I will remember right now forever. Forever I will remember.
Pulling his cock out of my body, Apollo puts his face right up to mine. So close that I can feel his breath against my lips. “You are my wife. My obedient wife. Remember that.”
He presses his mouth to mine in what I think will be a kiss, but instead, he pulls my bottom lip in between his teeth and bites hard.
“Do not make me teach you another lesson,” he warns, leaving me with the taste of blood in my mouth.