Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
My chest squeezes as I recall the promise I made to him. He told me that when he asked about him, I had to be honest, even if I didn’t think he would like it. But right now, the last thing I want to do is admit it.
I use humor to cope, which probably isn’t the best idea.
“Is this like a cuckhold thing?”
A dark laugh vibrates through his chest, and I can’t tell if it’s amusement or anger.
“Tell me, or I’ll stop fucking you.”
My body revolts at the thought, even though we’ve gone longer than is reasonably normal by any stretch of the imagination. I’m already sore, and I’m questioning whether I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, but I still don’t want this to end.
“I don’t have any other point of reference,” I admit. “I don’t mean to think of him. I just…can’t help it.”
“Do you want him to fuck you?”
When I don’t answer right away, he stills inside me, following through on his threat.
“I did,” I rush out. “At one point.”
“Not now though?”
I groan in frustration, wishing I could just lie. The truth is, I’ve been twisted up in knots since Romeo kissed me. All we’ve done for the last five years is exchange barbs, but even so, the thought has entered my mind more than I’d care to admit.
Eros loops his finger through the O-ring on my collar, pulling me up off the ground until my lips are only a breath from his. “Answer me.”
“I don’t know,” I blurt. “I’m confused.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Praeda.” His lips brush mine. “I don’t think you’re confused at all.”
I could be wrong, but it almost sounds as if he enjoys the idea of me thinking of someone else. Maybe it is a cuckhold thing.
Regardless, there isn’t time to think about it as he takes me in a bruising kiss, the collar digging into the back of my neck as it supports my weight.
When he lowers me to the ground again, he shifts and widens my legs, allowing him to thrust deeper and harder.
“Tell me his name.”
“What?” Panic flares as I shake my head. “No, I can’t—”
“Tell me.” He thrusts again, so hard it jolts the anal plug inside me.
I cry out, clinging to the fabric of his hoodie as tiny shocks of electricity pulse through me.
“Say it,” he growls, pounding into me until I’m screaming, the feeling so intense I can’t think straight.
Pressure builds rapidly, and I chase the high until I’m reaching the precipice, terrified he might stop again.
At the last possible second, Romeo’s name wrenches from my lips, triggering another powerful orgasm.
As I convulse around him, Eros buries himself as deep as my body can take him and unleashes with a long, painful groan. His body jerks against mine, abs contracting, biceps flexing, his head tipping back until he’s so completely gone, I can’t help but admire the beauty of it.
But in the aftermath, regret washes over me as I realize what I just did.
I’m torn between two realities, one I don’t want to consider, and the other even darker.
For now, the second thought wins.
“You aren’t going to hurt him.”
Eros drops his gaze back to mine, warm fingers grazing my cheek. “I wouldn’t do that.”
There’s a hint of humor in his voice, and it unnerves me, because I remember what he said about Riccardo. He offered to kill him, and when I laughed, he said he wasn’t joking.
I can’t deny that this man is unhinged in a lot of ways I’ve conveniently ignored up until this point. But I won’t let this one go.
“Promise me.” My voice wavers.
“Promise you what?”
“That you won’t hurt him.”
He stares at me for so long, I’m not sure he’ll actually do it. But to my relief, he gives in.
“On my life.” He kisses the words against my lips. “I won’t hurt him.”
17
ROMEO
[ENTRY 005] — UNSCHEDULED BACKUP
> Trigger: fucking her relentlessly.
> Status: system destabilizing.
> Data: extracted vocalization of my name.
> Risk: exposure imminent.
> Action: scale claiming parameters.
It’s not like I didn’t already know I was deranged, but this is a new level of twisted, even for me. Fucking Gabi is one thing. Torturing confessions out of her is another.
I’m leaving her breadcrumbs like it’s a full-time job and she’s clocking in overtime, talking herself out of the truth. She’s made the connections, but she’s still clinging to the illusion like armor.
Letting her have that alternate reality was always the plan, as if it makes this situation any less fucked up. But as I toss her over my shoulder and carry her off as my cum-filled captive, I’m living in my own delusion—one in which I don’t have to stop this insanity.
We pass through a staged cemetery, and Gabi’s head swivels as I carry her past a couple fucking over one of the headstones.
“Where are we going?” Her voice jostles as she bounces with every step.