I felt like a dumbass typing that, since whoever was on the other end of the screen wouldn’t care. Thank you, but your services won’t be needed anymore. I was about to put in the information, and all my problems would be solved, but at the last minute, I had a change of heart. I bit my lip, because I had no idea how that felt. Just tell me who, they typed again, and my heart skipped a beat. I held my breath considering if this was what I wanted to do. If the why was bullshit, wouldn’t that affect the who? I found myself typing before I thought better of it. I’d done a lot of stupid shit in my life, but this one definitely took the cake. My heart beat frantically as the words appeared. I don’t need to know the why, just the who. Sp The screen turned black as soon as I clicked on it, turning into a chat room. In the end, I went with the simplest one. So many options and I didn’t know which one to pick. Looking up at the ceiling, I did the sign of the cross, aware that God would not approve of what I was about to do. My hand holding the mouse shook for a second. Usually dumb questions that people laughed at, but it led me to the page I was looking for. I opened the program I had downloaded a while ago but never had the guts to open. Once in my room, I went straight to my laptop. I swallowed back the vileness that threatened to come back out when cum started to leak down my thighs. Closing my eyes was the only way I could temporarily be free.Įven if you closed your eyes so you couldn’t see the things he did to you, you sure as fuck could feel them. Now I was stuck in a cage, and he had the key. Until I realized how fucked-up we were, and what we had was nothing to feel good about. I relished the way he made me feel-special, consequential, like I was someone worthy of love. I took a deep breath and finally opened my eyes. “I’ll let you know when I’m in town again.” And with those parting words, he walked out of my guest room and closed the door behind him. I heard the noises he made as he got changed. I kept my eyes closed and just lay in bed, spent. His tongue ran over the blood and licked it off my lips. He kissed me, and it was like poison: toxic and sweet, killing me slowly each time. “I wish I could stay longer, baby, but I have to go.” He could have had anyone in the world, yet he only wanted me.Īt one point, that made me feel special. He had jet-black hair that almost seemed blue, a devilish smirk on his face, a baby-smooth face with a square jaw, and the darkest eyes I’d ever seen. I didn’t have to open my eyes to see what he looked like. My orgasm came fast and hard, and he came with me. His fingers worked faster to the rhythm of his thrusts, and I couldn’t help it when my body started to convulse around him. “That’s it, baby, give it to me.” He kissed my neck possessively as he fucked me harder into the bed. Part of me was repulsed, but the other sick part of me only felt the pleasure. His fingers circled my clit, and I moaned. Years of giving myself to him, and he knew my body better than I ever could. His fingers made their way to my clit, and I closed my eyes tightly. His hand roamed my leg, all the way to my pussy, where he was thrusting inside me. He got off on fucking my body, and I fed from the pain it brought me. What we were doing was wrong and fucked-up-yet it felt right. I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over, to see if I could shut my brain off from everything that was trying to overtake me. My body stayed unmoving, my legs open, and my arms held on to the man who once promised me everything. The heady smell of sex filled my senses as I lay in a bed fit for ten. Nikita Gill, “Witches” from Wild Embers “You cannot burn away what has always been aflame.” He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy. To everyone who is afraid, but still puts on a brave face. “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”- Lord “You Should See Me in a Crown”- Billie Eilish “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?”- Artic Monkeys If you love twisted, fucked-up shit, then buckle up and prepare to get mind fucked. The hero is a jerk, and the heroine is a bitch, and they are bound to clash. I feel like they take away from the reading experience, so if you need one, this book is probably not for you. You Were Always Home Hoco#3- Available Now It’s Not Home Without You Hoco #1 -Available Now Proofreader: Carmen Richter from CPR Editing Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher, except where permitted by law.
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