Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 24966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
The fingers he’d given me, a twisted offering from a demon.
“I knew you were watching me. I saw you at the diner, felt you following me, and knew you were breaking into my apartment.” I didn't admit I wasn’t fully aware until after he’d probably been doing it for a while.
He blinked slowly, his expression showing and telling me nothing. But the longer he stared at me, the more I saw something change. I saw the shift in his eyes, a flash of something darker.
But I wasn’t scared. I was… aroused.
I got off the chair and moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down beside him, the mattress dipping slightly, and the natural scent of Roman filling my nose and lungs. I ignored the tension that rippled through his big, bound body. And then he jerked violently, the rope keeping him in place but his upper body coming off the mattress so his face was closer to mine.
We just stared at each other, and the way he inhaled so deeply that his nostrils flared made me feel a certain kind of way.
“Having you here, doing…these things,” I finally murmured, my voice distant as my mind wandered. I glanced at the fingers then at the now-empty syringe on the bedside table. Finally, I looked at the pocketknife I held. It was the one I cut him with in the alley—the one I dropped when I ran. He must have picked it up before stalking me, then breaking and entering my apartment. I looked back at Roman. “They weren’t good to me, you know. They made my life hell.”
Roman said nothing. Maybe he was still trying to figure out how we ended up here. How I’d flipped the game he thought he was playing. But I didn’t care about any of that. I’d told no one my secrets. But that changed tonight. Because as I looked into Roman’s dark eyes, I knew if anyone could understand me wholly, it would be this man.
“And because they were bad people,” I continued and kept my voice calm, “they hurt me in ways no one should hurt a child.” I swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. “And I couldn’t take it anymore.” My mind wandered to that night again… the night everything changed. “I had to end the cycle. I had to make sure no one else got hurt. So, I took care of it.”
I heard Roman start breathing harder, faster. His pupils dilated impossibly further, and he kept straining against the ropes, my knots holding firm.
“Tell me,” he said deeply, low, but there was a groan in his voice that was unmistakable. He was… turned on.
“While they slept,” I whispered. “I set the house on fire.” I could picture that little shack of a home in my mind, could see the flames and feel the heat. “I watched it burn from the front yard, standing there barefoot in the grass in my pajamas, and feeling so free.”
He said nothing, but his expression told me all I needed to know. Roman saw the darkness in me now, the same kind I saw in him.
“I had to end the cycle,” I whispered, more repeating it to myself than to him. “There was no other way.” I lifted the pocketknife. “This was my father’s. He used to threaten me with it.” I squeezed my fingers around the handle and gritted my teeth. “He used to cut me with it.”
The sound of Roman growling was loud, animalistic, and so very primal.
He strained again, clearly trying to free himself and get to me. I glanced at the knots on his wrists, admiring my handiwork. They were tight. Perfect. “My father showed me how to tie nautical knots,” I said absently. “It was the only fucking thing that piece of shit taught me.”
I turned the knife over in my hands, feeling its slight weight. I leaned in close so we shared the same air, so that if I wanted to, I could have kissed him. And then I told him what I knew.
“But I found myself in the same situation with my one and only boyfriend.” I got angry as I thought about how I’d been abused all over again years ago. “I could finally break free. I got myself healthy and tried to find him… to end the cycle just like I had with my parents.” I slowly lifted my gaze to Roman’s again. “But I wasn't able to find him… yet.”
He was breathing so hard now, like he could barely control himself.
It brought me back to the present. “I know what you’ve been doing,” I whispered, my lips inches from his ear. “I know you’ve been taking out your cock while I sleep and jerking off over me. You’ve been doing twisted, disgusting things to me while I slept.”