Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I can’t breathe, and I can barely see as stars dot my vision. Jude rests his forehead between my breasts, still covered in his shirt. Holy shit, he fucks like he does everything else, with total volition and brutal control.
He sits up and pulls out of me, rising to his feet. He says nothing, simply discards the condom and pulls up his boxers before putting on a shirt and a pair of jeans.
“You are dying your hair,” he says before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
I sit up and wince. As promised, he did indeed fuck me raw.
What the hell just happened? Since when did the man I hate become the man I want? He’s an arsehole, a criminal. I should feel ashamed and yet I don’t, I can’t. Maybe because every ounce of decency has been stripped from me in this place. Ria never would have fucked Jude, but Ria is gone. The person I was has been taken from me. I’m now the product of what they have made me, what Jude has made me. Ria wouldn’t have fucked Jude, because she was scared of him, but Tor would, I would, because I’m a woman without a cause.
As soon as I shut the door, I shake my head. What in the fuck was that?
All I can manage to do is stand in the hallway. My head is spinning. My breath is ragged. No woman has ever made me feel like that. I couldn’t possibly get deep enough in her, touch her enough. That felt right, and it shouldn’t. Not one thing about that should come close to feeling right because she’s been completely fucked in the head. She doesn’t know her ass from her elbow right now. She’s been ripped from everything she knows and left with nothing but me. I’m the fucking devil and god at the same time to her because I am the only person who even knows she exists. It’s nothingness, or me.
I want to be angry, but I can’t. Part of me wants to turn back around and fuck her until she can’t fucking see straight. I want to fuck her until she begs me to stop. Fuck, I feel like she just bled into me, and that’s not good. The last thing I want is for her to end up believing she belongs here with me. No woman belongs with me, or in this lifestyle. None. Especially not one like her.
I inhale, gripping the railing tightly as I wind my way down the stairs. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and go into the den, plopping on the couch next to Caleb.
“Georgia’s winning,” Caleb mutters.
I glance at the screen and nod. “Yeah.”
“John Duglas hasn’t paid. Richard said John told you to fuck off.”
“Yeah,” I mumble, staring blankly at the screen.
“Yeah? He told you to fuck off, and you say ‘yeah.’” I glance at him and he lifts a brow, waiting for me to respond. “What the hell’s wrong with you? She getting to you that bad?” He laughs, not the slightest idea of how much she’s getting to me.
I toss my head back against the cushion and reach for a cigarette. “Not ever met a woman with a temper like hers,” I say, pinching the smoke between my lips to light it. That temper makes me want to fuck her into submission every damn time.
“So, she’s really just gonna stay here?” He stares blankly at me for a second. “It’s nice of you to protect her.” He jumps up from the couch and yells at the TV. “Are you fucking insane? That’s a flag, dipshit. Dumbass ref!”
I pull in a lungful of smoke. Nice of me? Yeah, I’ve been a fucking charmer to her, and she’s got the psychological and physical scars as a souvenir.
Caleb falls back into the couch. “So, is Ria just gonna stay locked up in your room for however long she decides to stay?
I roll my eyes. I hate that damned name. “Her name’s Tor, Caleb. Ria sounds like a fucking bird.”
“She likes to be called Ria,” he starts to argue, but leans back in the chair and turns his attention back to the TV.
“I left the fucking door wide open, but where else is she really gonna go?”
He’s not paying attention to me. He’s standing, glaring at the television. “Aw, fuck this. There’s no fun in games I’m not betting on.” He grabs his keys from the coffee table.
“Where are you going?”
He shrugs. “To the store. Get some food.”
I point in the direction of my room. “Take Tor with you.”
“Why?” He tosses his hands up.
“Because I said to. I left some hair dye for her, make sure she fucking dyes her hair before she goes out. Let’s just say she’s not fucking happy about doing it.” So unhappy that I had to fuck the temper out of her. Jesus, this is so fucked.