Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
He finds his rhythm and pounds into me with an urgency that touches me to the bone. Every fiber of my being is tuned to him, to his power, to his sheer force.
And I can’t escape him, I realize.
What’s worse is that I don’t think I want to escape.
Maybe, deep down, I never did.
“Your ass feels as good as your cunt, baby. Feel how it’s swallowing my cock?” He slides out a little, then thrusts back in. “You belong to me.” Thrust. “This ass belongs to me.” He rams three fingers in my pussy. “This cunt is also mine.” He grabs my jaw and forces his index and middle fingers between my lips. “This mouth was the first to become mine.” He forces my jaw up with his remaining fingers so I stare at the mirror, then he pulls me so my back slams against his chest and his teeth bite down on my earlobe before he murmurs in dark words. “Next time you say what I’m offering is not enough, I want you to remember this view. I want you to remember how every part of you is fucking mine.”
I’m done for.
I don’t last.
I can’t.
He’s filling me up in ways I’ve never felt before, and it’s not only physically. I’m so done for on every other level.
And I’m free.
I look at him in the mirror as the orgasm washes over me.
It’s more than an orgasm. It’s a wrecking force and I’m being blown to pieces by it.
“Fucking beautiful,” he grunts as he throws me back down so my face meets the floor and he grabs me by the hair. “Now, you’re going to be real good for me so I can stuff you with my cum, baby.”
And then he fucks me on and on until I can’t take it anymore, until my gasps become inaudible and my moans fade into low ones.
That’s when he comes. All over my arse, then smears it on my thighs and back and everywhere he can reach.
He’s marking me, I realize. Every part of me.
“I knew you’d make a masterpiece, little rabbit.”
I stare at where he’s pointing through my blurry vision and my eyes widen when I see what I’ve sketched.
Through the blurry lines and harsh shadows, the subject is clear.
It’s us. Naked, joined, and absolutely terrifying.
And…we’re right, too.
“Yeah.” I smile through a haze. “Masterpiece.”
I’m about to fall, but he catches me and carries me in his arms. His lips meet my forehead and I’m a goner.
A lone tear slides down my cheek because I know that this type of obsessive and intense connection is the only thing he has to offer.
He’ll fuck me, catch me before I fall, and kiss my forehead, but he’ll never love me.
And I will always want him to.
33
ASTRID
An ominous dream wrenches me from a deep sleep.
I wake up drenched in sweat to find myself cocooned by a massive body.
My heartbeat slowly returns to normal as I stare up at my husband’s sleeping face and breathe him in.
Subconsciously, I reach out and stroke a few rebellious hairs away from his forehead. It’s such a shame that none of our children have this shade of bright blond, except for Glyn’s natural balayage.
The terror slowly subsides the more I touch him and sink further in his presence.
I’ve been with this man for thirty years and he still causes a flutter in my chest and a dip in my stomach.
When I think about that first time I met him—or more accurately, caught his attention—at the party I didn’t even want to be at, it feels just like yesterday.
That day ended with my tragic accident, but that was also the beginning of us, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
We’ve come a long way from the teenagers we once were. Yes, it wasn’t always easy, especially with the kids, but as long as he’s by my side, I can conquer anything.
Starting with the nightmare that’s playing vividly in my head.
My babies were all caught in muddy water, black hands pulling at them from every side as smoke penetrated their orifices.
“You can only save one,” a distorted voice said and I screamed.
That’s when I woke up.
Slowly, I peel Levi’s arm from around my waist, grab my phone, and quietly leave our bedroom.
It’s almost six in the morning, so I text the early birds, Lan and Bran, first. Then Glyn—although it’ll take her hours to wake up and reply. And I do it separately.
We have a family group chat, but there’s a trick I learned early on. My kids are more prone to talk to me if it’s private. They have these internal wars where they don’t want their siblings to know about their little secrets.
Especially Bran and Glyn. They’re more comfortable talking to me and their dad one-on-one.
Astrid: Morning, baby. Is everything okay?
The first reply is immediate.