Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
He plunges in and out of me with no remorse, and I’m helpless to stop the pain from turning into pleasure as my mind begins to warp to his devious ways. My knees are wobbly as I try to maintain my posture while the vibrations slowly coax out the moans.
“You’re going to come from that ass plug, aren’t you? Dirty little whore,” he groans, thrusting in until he hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, your tongue feels so good when it’s wrapped around me. Now lick.”
Even when I know I shouldn’t because it’s wrong—it’s insane—I still do what he says. I lick him like my life depends on it because it literally does.
His tip oozes precum, just like Grey, and it makes my brows draw together, wondering if it might be him all along. But why would he go through all this trouble to chain me down if he already has me? It makes no sense unless he has a darker side I never knew about.
Who could he be?
The buzzing in my ass, along with the lack of oxygen, makes it too hard to focus on thinking, too hard to focus on anything but the here and now and his damn veiny shaft bursting with need.
“That’s it, choke on me.” He tilts my chin up so I take him even deeper. “To the base, little slut. Let me hear you struggle.”
I groan and heave when the wet precum drips down, and I’m forced to swallow.
“I’m going to come, and you’re going to be a good little slut and swallow it all down, understood?”
When I don’t respond, he bends over and smacks my ass so hard I squeal, the buzzing sensations rippling through immediately to the point where I nearly come undone myself.
“Good, feel that fucking orgasm building inside you. When I dump my load in your throat, you’ll wish you’d taken my cock up your ass instead.”
He pulls out, allowing me a single breath before pinching my nose and plunging right back in again. He moans out loud, the sound vaguely familiar, before the jet of seed is deposited, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head because I can feel. All. Of. It.
Every drop, the entire endless stream, coats the back of my throat in a thick, sloppy mess, and the depravity of it all is enough to push me over the edge.
Right then, he whispers, “Swallow and throb.”
My pussy contracts uncontrollably, the orgasm overwhelming as I begin to choke on the mixture of cum and absolute ruin. The ruining of me.
Because nothing, no touch, no cock, no fucking man could ever get close to giving me this kind of ungodly pleasure… until now.
Holy fuck.
Finally, he pulls out, and I’m left completely and utterly wasted, like a rag doll ready to surrender to his every whim.
The buzzing in my ass ceases. The pillory is lifted, and my body instantly collapses, but he catches me before I do. He picks me up and carries me to a couch in his strong arms, laying me down gently as if this is my place now. My place in endless ecstasy, falling so hard I can barely breathe even though my lungs and throat are free from his grip.
My soul … it’s my soul he’s chained to his.
His fingers slide down my face so gently that it makes me pause, and he pulls up his balaclava one last time to press the gentlest of kisses onto my lips. And it actually makes my heart flutter.
What the—
“When you’re ready, feel free to return to the party.” He zips back up and pulls up the balaclava again. “Oh, and keep that plug right there. Until next time.” He gently tugs at it to remind me of its existence before tapping me on the ass and walking off. “I’m off to plot a murder.”
After the door closes, I can hear a piece of clothing drop on the floor.
Then there’s nothing but silence.
For a while, I just lay there in the darkness, thinking about all the ways I’ve destroyed myself.
All for the sake of a revenge I don’t even know I will ever have.
But one thing stood out most of all.
I bring my fingers to my lips, which still tingle from his ravenous ways.
That kiss felt like it … meant something.
Noise downstairs makes me sit up straight and listen. Things are being thrown around, crashing into walls.
BANG!
That was definitely a gun.
I jump up from the sofa, tug down my dress, and race toward the door, not giving a shit that I still have a plug in my ass and that someone might notice.
Because if that gunshot was real, a fight has definitely broken out, and I’m pretty sure it involves my brother.
CHAPTER 30
Apollo
I’m just pouring myself a drink after having the time of my life, when the ruckus near the front door catches my attention. A crowd gathers in the hall, and I take a sip, preparing for the worst.