Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I just might be a masochist because it felt so good that I wanted more and was about to tease him into doing my bidding, but my phone rang just then. I had no intention of answering it, of course, but I have the stupid thing set up so that I can hear who’s calling, and it was Dale.
That seemed to trigger this one, who stopped what he was doing completely and glared down at me as if I were to blame. “Answer it!” I shook my head no, but he reached over and grabbed it before answering it himself. How the hell does he know my password?
There was no time to dwell on that right now because as soon as Dale heard his voice, it was as if he became possessed. “Jessica, you bitch, is that why you broke up with me? Who is he? Is he the guy from the restaurant? Is he the one who threatened my mother?”
What the hell was he rambling on about? “Yes, I am. Why are you calling my woman’s phone?”
“Hah, your woman. She was mine just a few weeks ago. How did she become yours?”
Dale, the clueless wonder, went on to lie about our loving and passionate relationship, which left me astounded. I tried knocking the phone out of Julius’s hand because the look in his eyes had changed, and I no longer felt safe.
“Don’t listen to him!” I kept my eyes on his because that was the safest bet while he breathed fire. I’m going to kill Dale the first chance I get. I was still trying to deflect when that hand came back around my throat again, and that idiot was still talking shit on the other line, egging this one on.
He used my distraction to slip inside me, and the sudden pain had me pulling back. “You…” This bastard.
“Shh, it’ll stop hurting soon.” Why did that sound so familiar? In fact, everything about this moment felt like déjà vu. That’s because we were here once before without the phone call, of course.
To stop me from crying out, he stuck his tongue in my mouth, and I must admit, it worked. The burning ache between my thighs seemed to ease bit by bit as I followed his mouth with mine, trying to keep up.
“What’re you two doing? Jessica, you bitch...” His tantrum got cut off midstream because Julius decided that now was a good time to hang up. He still had murder in his eyes when he looked down at me, but it couldn't be worse than mine. “Get out of me.”
“No!”
“You...” I didn't get to finish because once again, I found myself being suffocated by his tongue while he slipped deeper inside me. His hand around my throat held me in place while he ravaged my lips, even as he moved ever so slowly deep inside me.
JULIUS
There it is, that soul-eating feeling as if my life source was being sucked out of me. She’s the only woman ever to make me feel this way. Only with her have I ever felt this deep bonding of more than just the flesh where we were joined. It was this very thing that I have been running from. The reason I have avoided her for so long.
I admit, it scared me the first time I felt it. It was too much like losing myself, as if everything that I was had been given over to her. I was afraid after previous betrayals that giving someone else that kind of power over me would only send me into a darker place, a place I would never come back from.
After all, what I felt for her then and now far surpassed anything I’d ever felt for anyone else. It made me long for the kind of love I’d long stopped believing in. So, although the pull that night had been almost too strong to resist, I’d fought my way out and run like hell.
But now there was no more running, and no turning back. I knew it in my very soul that this time, if I didn’t play my cards right, I’d lose her forever and end up losing myself. I can’t let that happen, not again. I don’t think I could make it a second time.
As I moved in and out of her, each stroke was like arriving at the entrance to paradise. A door that I had tried so hard to keep closed was now fully open, and the deeper I fucked into her, the more of my soul she took. There was anger mixed with lust in each thrust, but she kept up with me, just like she did that night.
Even though I knew I was hurting her, she didn’t waver or complain. I tried my best to go easy on her, but there isn’t much I can do about my size. The most I could do was try not to go too deep or thrust too hard, which was all but killing me. I wanted nothing more than to give in to the burning need and that voice in my head that told me to consume her completely.