Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 66503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
And together, we look at how I lick the wound on her neck, then kiss her other arm and fingers, and all the scars left behind by her past.
“I’ll cover every inch of your skin with kisses until you believe me,” I whisper into her ear.
Tears roll down her cheeks. “But all I’ve done is cause pain to the people I love.”
There it is. The pain behind all the lies.
The scar she kept hidden from the world.
The lies her father made her believe.
“You are not responsible for your father’s actions,” I say. “Do you hear me?”
She nods.
I grab her chin and force her to look at herself in the mirror. “Did you love your mother, even when you never knew her?”
She nods again.
“She knew you too, even before you were born. Your mother made you with love.” When I grab her throat, I add, “Say it.”
“My mother made me with love,” she says.
“She made you exactly how you were meant to be,” I say, never breaking our eye contact.
“How I was meant …” she mutters. “To be.”
“She made you to be loved,” I say. “And your father broke that oath.”
More tears roll down her cheeks.
“He. Doesn’t. Deserve. You.” My voice crackles with pain. “Say it.”
“He doesn’t deserve me,” she repeats.
With every word, it’s as if an invisible weight lifts off her shoulders.
“And these hands,” I say, sliding my fingers down to her fingers. “Have only ever touched with kindness. They deserve to be loved. Now say you deserve it.”
Her cheeks flush. “I deserve it.”
“Good girl.” Her cheeks only redden more.
She swallows, and her pretty pink lips tip up into a brave smile.
“And if you still think you’re a monster … then we’ll be monsters together,” I say.
She gasps as I press another kiss right underneath her ear.
Grabbing her hand, I bring it to her chest and place it on her heart. “It’s time you learned to see yourself the way I see you.” I slide her hand down slowly between the crevice of her tits, all the way down to her jeans. And I quickly pop the button and pull the zipper, exposing her bare pussy since she was going commando.
I slide her hand down between her legs while staring into her eyes through the mirror, making sure she knows I see her hesitation. Her wishes. Her needs. Her fantasies. Her darkest desires. And all that makes her who she is.
All that makes me want to devour her.
And I lift a strand of hair to whisper into her ear, “Now pleasure yourself the way you like it … while I watch.”
CHAPTER 18
Aurora
While he … watches?
The mere idea makes my entire body burst into flames.
I’ve only touched myself in that cell once, when I needed to entice him to free himself. But that was for an entirely different reason, and the thought of doing it now makes me anxious. Excited. Greedy.
My hands are right there, on my pussy, and he’s moving them around just like he did when he was in control. Back when we were still in that cold, damp cell, willing to do anything to take us out of there.
But this, this is different.
We’re unshackled now, completely free to do what we want.
He could walk out of this door and never look back. He owes me nothing.
Yet he chooses to stay and kiss me. Hug me. Tell me I’m beautiful. Shower my body with a kind of love I’ve never known.
A kind of love I deserve.
My body opens up to my own touch as my legs willingly spread while he pushes down my fingers, circling around. My head tilts back against his chest as the heat starts to build.
“You feel it now, don’t you?” he murmurs. “That same lust you felt when I touched you.”
I can feel the wetness spreading across my own fingers, and it feels so wrong, so immoral. Everything I was thinking goes out the window as he rubs my own hand all over, putting pressure in all the right places. Slowly, I’m coming undone in the best kind of way.
“Don’t look away,” he says as my eyes slowly start to close.
His voice keeps me in the here and now as I struggle to even breathe from the way I’m touching myself with his help.
I’ve never looked at my own pussy before like this, all hot and bothered, desperate for more. And it feels so good that I don’t want to stop.
He takes my earlobe into his mouth and sucks. “Every inch of your skin tastes like heaven.”
I moan out loud when he nibbles a little, flicking my clit back and forth, not caring anymore if it’s right or not. I want this. I want more of this. And I want all of him.
Is it okay to need someone like him?
To crave someone so desperately it feels like you can’t breathe without them?