Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
My back teeth grind together with such force that an ache crops up behind me eye, starting a tic. “Well I think you can see now that wasn’t accurate, can’t you?” I crowd her closer to the wall. “Can’t you, little girl?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Maybe you need more proof that I’m crazy?” I bare my teeth against her ear. “That you’ve made me crazy?”
“N-no.” She shakes her head, but it’s too late.
I’m already stripping off her dress. It’s gone in one sweeping motion, leaving her trembling in my Margot Room in a tiny pink pair of panties. No bra to cover her high, round breasts and their stiff peaks. Her nipples must be hard out of fear. I need to get a hold of myself and reassure her, tell my girl everything is going to be okay. That we’ll be together forever now. But I’m already too far down a dark path to come back into the light. I’ve vanished into the darkness.
She makes a puny attempt to stop me from yanking her panties down, but I succeed, rising to my full height above her once more. And as she stares up at me, stunned, holding her breath, I snag her wrists and use the panties to secure them to the steel curtain rod above her head. “Here’s your proof,” I rasp into her ear, tying the knot tight. “I’ve loved you for years. Obsessively. Perversely. I live, eat and sleep Margot Summers. You don’t take two steps without me knowing it. You don’t breathe without me hearing it.” I run my shaking hands down her naked body, squeezing her tits a little too hard and making her jerk against her binding, pant my name. “You thought I was done after you won a gold medal?” I laugh into her hair, semi-hysterically. “I won’t be done until the end of time. Until I’m dragged from this earth away from you. Do you fucking hear me, little girl?”
She nods vigorously, making little whimpering noises in her throat.
Her eyes are closed, so it’s impossible to tell what she’s thinking.
Is she disgusted? Terrified? Worried about her safety?
“I’ll never hurt you,” I whisper against her sweet neck, circling my hands around to massage her taut butt cheeks, raking the tip of my middle finger up and back over her puckered asshole. “I just want to take care of you. Let me take care of you,” I growl, too forcefully. Pull back. Pull back. But I can’t. My cock is rigid in my pants and I need to reassure myself she’s okay after hour upon hour of fearing the worst. I need her. I can’t breathe properly. My head is locked in a vise. “You doubted me, Margot. You forgot to trust me and now I’ve gone a little crazy. Past the deep end. You want to bring me back?” I bring my hand to the front and tease my finger through the folds of her pussy, surprised to find them dripping wet. “You want to rescue me with this tight little fuck hole, sweetheart?”
Her hiccupping gasp tugs at my heart. “Yes,” she breathes, nodding. Looking me in the eye. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I doubted you.”
The madness has my hand snapping up to circle her throat. “Are you saying that to appease me? Are you humoring me?”
“No.” She licks her delectable lips. “I need you just as badly as you need me.”
No. I don’t believe her.
She can’t be fine with this…this crime scene of my love for her. She’s surrounded by carvings of her name. Pictures of her sleeping. Smears of my blood from the time I got so overwrought by the obsession that I had to slam my head into the wall repeatedly to calm down. She can’t…want me. It’s impossible. Not without being tied up and taken.
“You’re lying,” I grate, unzipping my pants and letting my cock spring out between us. “You’re lying, but I need that pussy right now. I can’t wait another second. It was created for me. God sent you to me.” With my breathing out of control, I yank her legs up around my hips and position my tip at her entrance, her naked body stretched out in front of me, arms suspended over her head. Gorgeous beyond words. Even though she must be horrified. So be it. So help me God, if I don’t come inside of her soon, my heart is going to give out. Teeth buried in my bottom lip, I watch my dick sink into her slowly, her folds stretching around my size with a wet ripple of sound, her thighs jolting, breath hitching when I bottom out with a groan. “How are you so fucking wet? Is my mind playing tricks on me?”
“I’m wet because I want you,” she says, her eyes glazed. “I’m not scared of you. Of this.”