Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Then he’s yanking on my hair again, flipping me back over. I lie there looking over his skull mask. It’s mainly white with black around the eyes that run down the face as if they’re bleeding out. The jaw and teeth are outlined in black as well as the nose. His red eyes are glaring at mine. I can see his chest heaving through his black hoodie and hear his heavy breathing inside his mask. I’ve pissed him off. Good.
His hand lowers to his belt, and he rips it from his black jeans. Then he’s wrapping it around my neck, pulling it tight, making it hard to breathe but not impossible.
I know what’s coming, but it won’t be enough. I need a fight. I want him to take it and make me like it. So I kick him, my foot hitting him in the stomach.
He hunches over, a grunt coming from behind his mask. He grabs my ankle, yanking me off the bed, and I fall on the floor. The impact forces the air from my lungs. I’m on my stomach, and he drops behind me. The feel of his rough jeans against my skin as his knees force mine open makes me whimper.
I hear his zipper a second before his cock slams into my cunt. I go crazy. My body thrashes against his weight. Embarrassed that I was so wet that he didn’t even need to ease into me.
Fresh tears fall from my eyes, and he grips the belt, taking away my air.
His body covers mine, and his heavy breathing fills my ear while he pounds into me. I’d sob if I could breathe. The tears fall freely down my face while it rubs against the carpet. I’m going to have a rug burn when he’s done with me. It’ll match the handprint that I got from David perfectly.
My pussy clenches down on him, my body breaking out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, he pulls out, loosening the belt, and I choke out a sob. I hear the drawer open again behind him and then something cold slides down my ass.
My heart races. “Wait—”
He grabs the belt again, taking away my air and leaning over my back once more. “A whore gets used.” His voice is a low, dark whisper, and my heart pounds at the promise it holds. “So shut the fuck up and take it.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SIN
FUCKING ANGER HAS me being irrational. My mind knows it, yet I can’t stop. I hated to see her break. To look so fucking broken. She woke up from her nightmare, and I knew exactly what was coming. She had whispered, “Daddy,” in her sleep while I was headed for the French doors. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her.
I thought maybe she’d want me to hold her once again. Or at the very least just sit here with her. But she started baiting me. I tried my fucking hardest not to touch her. To let her throw her fit and turn my back on her.
But I gave in to my anger. For her. For me. I thought maybe I could make her hate the mask. Get her to realize that I’m not the good guy, after all.
She’s lying on the floor facedown, ass up in the air, and I push my cock into it. If she wants to be a fucking whore, then I’ll fuck her like one.
I hold the belt tightly around her neck while I watch her ass give way for my dick. I’m not easy. Her body shakes uncontrollably, and I hear her choking as she tries to breathe. My hips move back and forth, hard and fast.
I loosen my hold on the belt, not wanting her to pass out on me just yet, and she coughs before sobs follow.
I push my cock all the way inside, and she screams. Grabbing her hair, I yank her up to her knees. Her back to my front. My legs holding hers wide open.
The position allowing my cock to slide deep into her tight ass. I reach around. One glove-covered hand covers her mouth while the other falls to her pussy. I start to rub my fingers over her cunt before I shove them inside her, fucking it.
I whisper, my mouth by her ear, “Be a good whore, Elli. Come for me.” I shouldn’t be talking to her, but I can’t help myself. If she hasn’t figured it out yet, she’s not going to tonight. She’s got other things on her mind.
She’s breathing heavily through her nose, and my cock jerks inside her ass, making her whimper.
“Is this what you wanted?” I keep my voice low. “For me to show you I’m a man? That you belong to me?” I pull my fingers out and slap her breasts, making her flinch and cry into my hand. I do it again, making sure she’s got her juices on her body. If she wants me to mark her, then I will.