Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Need and pain and the crushing desire to lose myself, even if it’s just for five minutes.
His hands are everywhere—spine, ribs, hips. He drags my pants down, mouth on my throat. The rain starts in earnest, cold needles on my skin, but I don’t care. I want it to sting. Want some proof the world still has an edge sharp enough to cut me. He doesn’t make it gentle. Neither do I.
He fucks me against that tree like the world is ending today, and this is our last chance.
His cock drives in and out, menacing, angry, perfect.
He thrusts into me, full of fury and regret, and I welcome all of it. I want him to fuck me like he means it, like he’s trying to punish himself, or maybe me, or maybe both of us for being the reason we all ended up here. The climax is violent; it rips through me and takes all the breath out of my lungs. My head slams back against the tree and I don’t even care.
Right now, I care about nothing.
He finds his release moments later, a guttural growl that echoes through the trees.
When it’s over, I let out a noise that makes the whole world feel hollow. He holds me for a minute, both of us shaking so hard it’s impossible to speak. The rain pours down now, soaking us, washing away all the blood and mud and guilt. For a moment, I am nothing more than a body, pressed against his.
Then reality kicks in.
I shove him away, ignoring the emptiness that washes over me when the warmth of his body slips away from me.
“I’ll never fucking forgive you, Ace,” I croak, holding his eyes in a way I have never done before.
A way that shows him I mean it.
It’s final.
It’s all fucking final.
“WE’RE ALL SET BACK up in the shelter.”
Turning, I glance at Aggie who has just stepped up beside me. I am sitting by the water a few days after my encounter with Ace, just staring at it, not feeling completely myself. It isn’t depression, no, it’s something else. Tingling in my lungs, whole body aches, and my head is pounding to a point I am concerned I am going to be the first person on this island to get fucking sick.
How the fuck does one even get sick on an island, when there is nobody else around?
Is it even possible?
Could it be something else?
I start frantically thinking about all the things I have done in the last few days. I don’t have any open cuts, or wounds. I haven’t eaten anything different, at least, I don’t think I have. I can’t see any valid reason I would be feeling like this, yet with every passing hour it gets more and more clear that it isn’t going away.
Maybe I have just given up?
Maybe my body just doesn’t want to fight anymore.
“Hey, are you good?”
It has been three days since the pirates left the island, and we slowly moved all our things back to camp. I have helped, of course, but it has been a slow journey. I struggle to do much without getting exhausted. I just want to sleep, and that is definitely unusual for me.
“I just don’t feel good,” I admit, turning to her. “Something is off.”
Concern washes over her as she crouches next to me. “I have noticed you don’t seem right. Are you sick?”
“I think so, but I honestly can’t see how.”
“One of those pirates could have been sick, you never know just how far things can travel.”
Maybe, but it still doesn’t make a great deal of sense as I didn’t really go anywhere near them.
I don’t finish my thought, because Aggie is standing again and offering a hand. I take it, and stand, but the motion makes me sway a little.
“You’re trembling,” she says. “Do you want to lie down?”
“I’m fine, mum,” I tease, lightly.
Even though I really don’t feel fine.
She hooks an arm through mine, and we start the walk back to the camp. There’s a brief moment where I think I might just tip right over—but Aggie’s grip is steady. People talk about how girls in my world are competitive and cruel, and maybe it’s true sometimes, but in this moment, I am sure of nothing more than the fact that if I went down, Aggie would just carry me.
Even if it hurt her, she would do it.
“So, is it just you, or is everyone falling apart?” she asks, trying to lighten the mood.
“I hope not, I don’t want to be the reason we all die out here.”
Aggie sighs. “Don’t even joke about that. I’m already terrified every time I put food in my mouth, because if I get a stomach flu out here, I think I would actually die.”
I wave a hand. “That’s probably fine. The fire kills everything.”