Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
She did…
Effortlessly.
Easily.
Fluently.
Smoothly.
Most important… confidently.
When she reached him on the sofa, she stopped like a good little VIP, and waited. The fucker unbuckled his pants, and slapped his cock against her lips, ordering her to stick out her tongue. My knees buckled, and my body shuddered as she licked, and took him in her mouth.
I knew I would never be able to touch or kiss those lips again.
When he was done, he nodded to the bastard that was holding the crop, and he walloped her once again. She crawled her way up his body, making sure that her sacred parts caressed him in all the right spots. She placed herself in his lap, and proceeded to dry fuck him; exactly the same way she would me.
Greedy hands latched onto her over and over again, like leeches sucking the life right out of her. Taking everything they could, without so much as cause or concern.
She let them.
Every. Single. Time.
Every. Single. One.
They made her come.
They licked her clean.
They made her ride him.
They made her fuck him.
Then they made her stop.
It was his turn…
He fucked her.
He took and she gave.
They roughly pushed her forward and she collided with his chest so fiercely, so passionately; coming all the way down his shaft.
I could smell her arousal from a mile away. It made me sick as much as it made me nourished.
The control I held onto and promised to never let go again…
Snapped.
Taking all my will and strength to never hurt her again.
We always hurt the ones we love the most.
The entire time I watched her perform, and fuck another man in front of me… the animalistic, primal, seediness of it all. She was the centerpiece, and I couldn’t tell if she loved it or hated it. I couldn’t see who she was. That’s what killed me the most. I thought I had seen every side of her, but I hadn’t. I never imagined it would or could damage me that much.
Pain like that should never be experienced, I felt as though I was on the receiving end of a loaded gun. And when I watched her come apart yet again so sternly, so fervently, the bullet landed right in my heart. Taking every last bit of control and restraint I had. He removed the blindfold, and she opened her eyes.
She blinked away the darkness.
She locked eyes with me.
And I locked eyes with Bambi.
She sat there like a deer in headlights.
Our eyes stayed locked for several seconds. Fuck, it could have been hours; time just sort of stood still.
She nonchalantly got off of him, one leg at a time, and grabbed her robe, placing it on her naked body; never breaking our stare. She swallowed hard, and took off like a bat out of hell, running to safety. She wasn’t getting out of this that easily. I wouldn’t let her. Like a lion after his prey, I chased her. I hunted her down ready to destroy.
I wasn’t the only one dying that night.
I had to make sure she would too.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
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She slammed the bathroom door in my face, but my shoe caught in between the door and the frame.
“Why you running, Bambi? I thought you wanted to play?” I crudely mocked, prying open the door.
She frustratingly screamed out, trying to use all her strength to hold the door, and push it closed to no avail. I carelessly drove it open, and she stumbled, losing her footing on her fuck-me heels. One fell off, while she twisted her ankle on the other cursing out, and catching herself on the vanity instead.
I immediately closed the door, locking it behind me; frantically trying to gather my thoughts that ran at lighting speed through my mind. I placed my forehead on the door, trying to regain any ounce of control I had left; the impulses that ran violently through my body. My blood was scalding and scornful, leaving behind huge blistering welts all over my skin.
My heart was no longer there.
I left it on her hardwood floor, just like hers was left on the floor near her parents’ bedroom door.
The irony was not lost on me.
I was shaking, every part of my resolve was hammering, I could hear it at my temples; it produced a piercing pain that made my eyes water, and my hands tremble. I swear every part of my nervous system was breaking, shutting down, making it hard to see or to even stand. I could have fallen to the floor from the looming madness that was escalating, higher and higher. I was like an elevator about to be dropped thirty stories high.
I wouldn’t come out alive…
But neither would she.
I would take her down with me.
“I didn’t know you were here,” she calmly stated, like that made it okay. Her composure was serene, although I knew otherwise.
Hiding.
Always hiding.