Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Then with a sarcastic smile, I sit up and look down to where our bodies meet and I see the blood, my dick is slick with it. Fuck! I look back up to her face. Her eyes are squeezed tightly closed, tears seep from the corners of her eyes and roll down her temples, landing on her hair and the pillow beneath. Her breathing is shallow. She's not making a sound; I know she is silently praying for this to be over. What the hell am I doing? ...FUCK, I LIKE HER. I was just pissed at her. The Dingo shit, leaving my condo, not calling me, smarting off to me, but the lie about where she was going and that fucking guy kissing her hand, whispering in her ear, and undressing her with his eyes. It made me mad...so fucking mad. Getting out of my head, I ease back my thrusts. Her tightness is a godsend, letting me go over the edge in two more short strokes. I come hard, my cum shooting out with so much force I swear it had to have broken the condom.
I quickly roll off her onto my back, shutting my eyes, trying to catch my breath, trying to process what I just did. I don't notice that she has gotten up. By the time I open my eyes, she has already grabbed her jeans, shoes, and purse, and is headed out the door naked and crying. I sit up and see blood smeared over my dick. Kitten's cries, her blood, and the pain I inflicted on her have made my brain fill with flashbacks of my father and the women he tortured while making me watch. He loved to hear them scream and bleed, he thought it was what women wanted. A hard fuck. I feel the bile coming up my throat and I run to the bathroom, getting to the toilet just in time. Fuck him. I am not like him. I never will be. He got off on hurting women. I hated him for that, I hated him for making me watch. I hated him for doing it to my mother. Forget it, Lincoln, you need to go check on her.
I grab the mouthwash and quickly rinse my mouth. Then I jump in the shower, I have to get her blood off me. Pouring body wash over me, I rub it across my skin with my hands. Ripping the condom off, I throw it to the shower floor. I program all the showerheads to the highest setting, the high-powered streams feel like razors cutting across my skin, but the pain is nothing compared to the guilt I have in my head. Two minutes later I’m out and in the bedroom, grabbing a clean pair of boxers. I almost fall trying to put then on while running for the door. Flying down the stairs, I try the handle to her condo but it's locked. “Me and My Broken Heart” by Rixton is playing loud from the other side of the door. She would never hear me knocking, she wouldn't answer anyway, why would she?
I run down the stairs to the entryway door, sliding the rock sitting in the corner over to hold the door open while I retrieve the key to her condo. I had instructed Bob to have an extra one made and left in my mailbox when the locksmith came. I thought it might come in handy to have, little did I know I would need it this quickly. Grabbing it, I run back in the building, kicking the rock away from the door as I run back up to her condo. Opening the door, it is dark. “Kitten?” I holler. She doesn’t answer. I flip on the light and head to the stereo, turning it off. Heading farther into the condo, I see a light coming from a room at the end of the hallway. Entering, I’m in her bedroom. Boxes sit on the floor unpacked, the mattress on the bed is bare. I hear water from a shower, looking over I see the bathroom door is open a crack, but it’s dark. Walking in, I flip on the light and see her sitting on the floor of the shower. Rocking back and forth with her head down, her knees drawn up into her chest, her arms wrapped around them hugging herself tight. I slide the door open and turn off the water and grab her up in my arms. “I'm so sorry, Kitten,” I whisper against her dripping wet hair. Carrying her into her bedroom, I put her naked wet body down on the bare mattress. Placing my hands on her bent knees I spread her thighs. I need to see if she is still bleeding.
She kicks at me and screams, “No, no, don't touch me!” She scoots her body across the bed to get away from me, but I grab her ankle, pulling her back down to the edge. I quickly wrap my arms around her, but she continues to flail. I don't give in. I hold her tight. I am not leaving. “I am so sorry. Please, Kitten, believe me, I am so sorry. I need to make sure you are okay, please let me look.” The words coming from my cold fucking heart, but this is all foreign to me.