Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
So I plunge in and out of her face while she lies back on the couch, her feet digging into the fabric. She doesn’t fight me off even though I’m fucking her face like it’s a pussy, and I don’t give a shit in the world if it’s wrong or right. It feels good to do this to her, to do this for myself, and I want her to know that if she wants me, she’ll get to have every fucking inch of me.
My way.
I grab her hand and shove it between her legs. “Make yourself come. Show me.”
Her cheeks instantly turn red again.
It’s not an accident.
“Just like in the forest. Remember all those dirty things we did together?” I say with a low voice. “I want to do them all over.”
She nods, her eyes lighting up like fireworks just went off as I help her rub herself a little to get her started. I don’t need to see what she’s doing to know she’s enjoying herself. I can see it in her eyes, feeling from her tongue rolling around my dick as I slam into her mouth.
She loves it.
She loves every second of me dominating her.
And I love how easily she gives in to me as if she was always meant to be mine.
So I thrust in and out of her mouth until she mewls with delight. Her body starts to shiver, and her eyes roll back. The mere sight of her pleasure pushes me over the edge, and I come undone deep inside her throat, unloading myself on her sweet tongue.
I relish how it feels, memorize how she scrunched up her face when she fell apart. Because that … that is the true beauty in this world.
Not pain, not torturing people, not honor, not death.
Love.
I need it.
I crave it.
I own it.
As I move away from her mouth, I crawl back on top of her and shower her with kisses until she’s drunk on my love. And I press a kiss near her ear and whisper, “I love you.”
Her chest stops rising and falling, her hand beneath her legs goes limp, and her eyes travel to meet mine. “Wha—”
“I love you.”
I’m right in front of her face now, looking at all the little lines, the small mole on her chin, the plumpness of her lips, and the softness in her eyes that could break the strongest man alive.
When she told me she loved me, all the worry and all the doubt in my head disappeared.
And this—this simple act of kindness—is what I want to give back to her.
Because she gave me the one thing I thought I could never have.
Heaven.
Chapter 48
April
In the middle of cooking our first dinner, the doorbell rings.
I turn off the gas and look at Soren, who seems as suspicious as I am.
I’m not expecting anyone. And we only just got back here.
Is it someone from the neighborhood checking in?
Or is something else going on?
All kinds of thoughts swirl through my mind as panic begins to broil. Maybe the people from the island have come to take Soren back anyway. Or maybe it’s Tobias, who wants to see us punished for our sins. After all, he knew Soren was going back to his people, and I was following him there. Maybe they had contact, and they snitched on us.
I grasp the towel as Soren clutches the knife he was just using to cut the veggies. I don’t want to fight … and the thought of having to pick up a knife and stab someone makes my whole body tremble.
“Stay here,” Soren whispers.
The doorbell rings again.
I pause near the stove and then hide behind it. Like that’s going to save me if they’ve really come. Still, I peer over the top because I can’t not know what’s going on.
Soren steps closer to the door.
“Anybody there? Hello?”
It’s a woman’s voice, and it makes my brows furrow.
I recognize that voice, but I don’t know from where.
Soren clutches the door handle while I get up from my hiding spot.
“Anyone home?” the voice says.
Soren holds the knife in one hand while slowly opening the door while I stand aside and watch.
“Oh. Oh my. I thought … Well, I thought a girl lived here.” The woman sounds like she’s a little stunned by seeing him. Like she wasn’t expecting it at all.
This means … she doesn’t belong to the House or the village.
Soren looks at me, and I look at him and decide that it’s safe to come out.
A woman stands in front of the door. A woman I recognize from long ago.
Tears well up in my eyes, and I drop the towel I was clutching.
“Natalie?”
It’s the woman I was locked with in a cell at the cult.
The woman I thought was my friend.
But she fell for the enemy, a man from the cult.