Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
A big part of me thought he was going to smash my face into the granite counters.
I stood up to him and survived. I didn’t win the war, but at least I scored some points in the battle. I don’t know what this means for Rosie, but I meant what I said.
She stays with me. I’m not letting her out of my sight, not even when we’re sleeping.
When Mass is gone, I sit with my daughter and listen to the quiet of the apartment wrap around us like thick cotton, and I wonder what we’re going to do in this beautiful prison and if we’ll ever see the outside world again.
ALLIE
Two Years Ago
His apartment overlooks Central Park. It’s got to cost some absurd sum I can’t even begin to imagine.
I’m only able to catch glimpses and impressions as he drags me into his place. Clean kitchen, modern and new; a living room with a big leather couch but no television; huge windows and lots of plants; gray rugs and white walls.
Mostly there’s him. Mass kisses me like it’s the cure for cancer. His attention is overwhelming and incredible as he pulls me up a set of stairs and into an airy master bedroom. “Clothes off,” he murmurs as he tugs at the hem of my dress.
“That’s how it’s going to be, huh?” I nip at his lower lip. “You’re going to make demands?”
“I give commands.” He grips my hair tightly. “You obey.” He slams his mouth to mine, drinking me in. “That’s exactly how it’ll be.”
“I can handle that,” I say weakly.
I twist and unzip my dress. He steps back, watching intently. I’m embarrassed and self-conscious as I shimmy and let it fall away. I’m wearing a nude bra and a black thong. Part of me wishes I had on something sexier. But the way he looks at me, it’s like I’m in full-on lingerie.
The desire in his stare is intoxicating.
Guys have wanted me before, but never like this. I feel like I’m the only woman in the entire world and he’d burn down an entire army to put his lips on my skin. I back away and sit on the end of the bed, leaning back on my hands, struggling to stay composed. I arch an eyebrow.
“Your turn.”
He smirks back and tosses his jacket aside. The shirt comes next. My mouth falls open as he reveals a torso covered in scars, burns, and tattoos. It’s dark and I’m going by moonlight, but his skin is like a tapestry of pain. I’ve never seen anything like it before, and I grew up in a crime family.
I can’t begin to imagine the horrors he’s been through.
Slowly, Mass comes closer. He kicks aside his slacks until he’s only in his boxer briefs. He seems utterly confident and at ease. He stands in front of me, his enormous bulge pressing against his boxer briefs. I lean forward, tugging at the waist of his underwear. I kiss his stomach and linger on a puckered scar.
“Stab wound when I was thirteen,” he whispers in response to my unspoken question.
I kiss lower. Another scar, this one longer.
“Sliced by a bottle. I think I was twelve. I can’t remember.”
Lower. This time, it’s round.
“Cigarette burn. Tortured by some thug. He’s very dead now.”
I tug his boxer briefs off, shaking with desire and terrified by that litany of terrors. Who is this man and what the hell has he been through?
But most of my fear is extinguished when I take his cock in my hand. It’s thick, long, and riddled with veins. I stroke it slowly, kissing up and down his shaft. He purrs, clearly enjoying my attention. I glance up at more scars, more wounds, and more sculpted muscles. He’s beautiful and monstrous. I feel like my head’s filled with howling wolves as I lick the tip of his cock and taste his salty precum.
His hand grips my hair before I can take him into my mouth fully.
“Look at me,” he whispers. I meet his gaze. “Are you afraid of me?”
I hesitate, not sure how to answer that. I decide honesty is probably best. “A little bit.”
“Good.” He grips my hair tighter. “Open your mouth.”
I do as he commands. I can obey. I’ve been doing it my whole life. But for once, I actually want to play along. I stick out my tongue slightly as he guides the tip of his cock between my lips.
I suck back, going slow. He groans in pleasure as I glide forward. Spit rolls down his shaft. I lick, tasting him, and I love it. I love the way he feels in my mouth. Big and hard. Thrumming with desire. He’s twitching with his need for me. I suck him faster, moaning as I do it. I spread my legs, aching with how badly I want him to fill me.