Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“I…do?” I’m grabbing onto his arm because he’s thrusting slowly, making me get used to the rhythm before he slams in.
“Your cunt is the best thing I’ve ever been in.”
I know he probably says that to every girl he fucks, but that doesn’t stop my heart from thudding or the butterflies in my stomach from multiplying.
My legs relax further as his thrusts grow more powerful, his grip on my neck grounding me and his eyes peering into mine.
I look to the side, my body tightening and clenching around him.
He’s fucking me so hard and deep, the headboard slams into the wall with each thrust.
“Look at me,” he orders with a slap to my pussy.
I squeal, my eyes flying to his, and what I see in his deep-brown ones holds me captive.
The lust, possessiveness, and even hatred swirl on his face and rush through me.
“Is this what you imagined when you were writing those fantasies? Your cunt being used so thoroughly you can hardly breathe?”
I can’t focus, because he just thrust against a spot inside me I thought didn’t exist, and my vision lines with stars.
“Answer me.”
“Yes…yes…”
“You’ll never let anyone else but me see you like this, Violet, are we clear?”
“Fuck…right there…please…”
“Tell me you’re only mine.”
“Yours…just…” I don’t know what type of nonsense I’m blabbering as I shatter on his cock.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere and is so overwhelming that I’m momentarily taken aback.
It doesn’t matter that I just came, because my whole body erupts in spasms as I scream Jude’s name.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He grunts, slapping the side of my ass cheek, and it makes me come a bit more, my stomach tightening, and my hard nipples poking through my hoodie.
Jude thrusts deeper, using me as he promised, but it doesn’t feel like it.
No, not in the least.
As he strokes and squeezes my neck, kneads my ass or sucks on my collarbone, I feel him growing bigger and harder.
Soon after, he grunts, the masculine sound making me wetter even though I just came.
“You going to take my cum deep in this cunt, sweetheart?”
I nod, staring at him.
“That’s my fucking good girl.”
I almost come again when he tenses and growls as his warmth spills inside me.
God, he looks so handsome when he comes. All cut lines and jagged edges.
I lift a hand and touch his forehead tentatively. He tenses, but he seems to be too busy orgasming to focus much on my touch.
That’s when I see it.
Right on the left corner of his forehead, buried beneath the hair, is a long scar. The one Preston mentioned.
And now that he’s so close, I can see all the other scars buried beneath his tattoos, and my chest squeezes.
Just…what type of horror did he have to go through?
When he breathes harshly, I drop my hand, not wanting to kill the mood.
I brace myself for when he’ll fall on top of me like all guys do, crushing me in their post-orgasm halo. Jude is a heavy man, so hopefully, he doesn’t stay like that for long—
Instead, he pulls me up by his hand beneath my back so that I’m sitting on his lap, one of his arms around my waist and the other deep in my hair.
“Stay with me, sweetheart.”
“W-what?”
“We’re not done. I’ve only just gotten started.”
26
VIOLET
“You think you deserve peace after you ruined my life, you worthless piece of shit?”
I gasp awake, my throat closing and my limbs shaking uncontrollably.
It’s over.
Mama’s face with protruding cheekbones and flashing hatred in her eyes was just a dream.
And that dream is over.
I shift and pain explodes all over my body, but mostly my ass and sore pussy.
Memories from last night flash back in.
The ambushing, the spanking, and the fucking—a lot of fucking.
Pretty sure Jude kept at it for hours and probably only stopped when I kind of fell asleep in the shower.
He must’ve been the one who finished cleaning me up, dressed me in his shirt, and carried me to bed, because I don’t remember leaving the bathroom, let alone going to bed.
The man is a machine. It seemed as if he couldn’t get enough. As if he suffered from an acute thirst that couldn’t be quenched, and it turned me on for some reason.
The whole thing did—from the way he couldn’t stop and was hard again so soon after he came, to how he wanted to fuck me in all positions possible while speaking dirty words in my ear and calling me a good girl.
His good girl.
The girl he couldn’t get enough of.
No wonder I can barely walk. I even have to hold on to the nightstand for balance.
Damn.
I don’t think I’ll be able to go to class today. I’m so sore and achy all over. I remove the shirt, and my body is full of dark-purple hickeys.
Usually, I don’t like seeing my body naked, but I don’t seem to mind when Jude’s ripping my clothes off.