Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Her face is hidden in my neck as she breathes against my skin and wets it with her tears.
After long minutes of crying, with me patting her back, she finally calms down and sniffles against me.
“It still hurts,” she says through hiccups.
I want to tell her that it’ll get better, but it won’t. She’ll always think of this loss and everything that came with it.
“It’ll continue hurting for a while,” I murmur in the silence. “But you somehow learn to live with it, Petal, because life goes on and you don’t have a choice.”
Her grip tightens around my neck as she murmurs. “M-make me forget, Jas.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. In one swift movement, I get rid of my pants and boxers and then her panties.
“Look at me, Pet.”
“No, I look bad.”
“I don’t care how you look. Come on, show me that face.”
She slowly peels herself from my neck and stares at me with her puffed gray eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks and her lips parted.
I hold her by the back of her neck and seal my lips to hers as I slam inside her.
Warmth. Belonging.
That’s what my little Petal is, was, and always will be.
She moans against my mouth, her nails digging into my back as she kisses me back with a passion that leaves me mindless with want for her.
My hips jerk forward, marking her, wanting her to feel me as much as I feel her.
“Oh, Jas…” she moans, her hips working with mine. “More.”
“More?” I smirk as I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing.
“Mmmm,” she gasps, her mouth falling in an O as she grips my hand, nails digging into my skin.
“You want to be fucked by me, Pet?”
She nods.
“Choked by me?”
“Yes,” she manages to get out.
“Owned by me?”
Her head bobs up and down frantically.
I squeeze harder as I ram inside her with the urgency of a madman. I fuck her fast and out of control until she screams through her orgasm.
I don’t stop.
I loosen my grip around her neck and slow my pace until those tears rim her eyes again.
My little Petal always gets emotional whenever I fuck her slowly, taking my time with her body, and worshipping every inch of her.
She clutches me harder too as if afraid she’ll fall if I let her go.
If it were up to me, I’d never let her go. I’ll never let her leave my sights again.
She kisses me then, her lips brushing against mine before I open up and claim her.
“Jas...oh, Jas…” she moans my name over and over again.
I’m a goner.
My pace picks up, hitting her deep and hard in this position. She whimpers as I tease her clit with every thrust. Soon enough, she’s falling all over me again and again.
I bite her lower lip as I spill inside her, coating her with my cum — no, my seed.
We’re panting after as I continue holding her against me. I remove my hand from her neck and she sighs in delight as her head rests against my shoulder in a way where she looks up at me.
For a moment, she appears delighted, satisfied, and I stroke her cheek, then her collar.
Tears rim her eyes, and I can tell it’s not because she was fucked so good. I made her forget for a while, but it’s coming back to her.
She pulls away from me, grabbing a sheet on the way and wrapping it around her torso.
“Petal…” I reach out for her, but she wiggles free, not facing me.
All I see is her back and the sheet that’s covering her nakedness. “My father is gone.”
“I know that,” I say slowly.
“More like you planned it. You got what you wanted, Jas. Papa is dead.”
“Petal…”
“Am I wrong? Isn’t that what you wanted?” Her voice breaks. “After I finally found my father, I lost him again as if he were never there. None of this would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”
She goes silent as if realizing what she said.
As if it gutted her as hard as it gutted me.
She’s right. Even if I weren’t the one who personally ended Paolo’s life, I would’ve done it, and a part of me is glad he’s dead. A part of me feels triumphant that I got revenge for my family, for mom’s vacant eyes and the blood that marred her chest.
I reach for Petal, and this time she doesn’t pull away, but she doesn’t face me either.
All the better.
I don’t think I can stare at her gray eyes and do this.
Finding the collar’s combination, I put it in and then it clicks open. A small sound leaves my little Petal’s mouth as the collar disconnects from her pale neck.
“You’re free, Pet,” I whisper against her neck.
And then, I’m gone.
24
Georgina
It’s scary how life can go on.
One moment, Dad is dead and the next, I’m the only Costa alive and I have to take care of the business.