Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“You need to come?” he asks me. “Come on my cock like the little slut you are? Leave me soaked and squeezed?”
“Yes,” I tell him, breathless. “Please.”
He bites the back of my shoulder in response, the sweat pooling between our bodies. I close my eyes to the pain, to the bliss.
“Only if you tell me that you’re mine,” he says, pulling his teeth away.
“I’m yours,” I say.
“Only mine,” he says.
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
A pause, his cock and finger squeezed inside me. “Fuck,” he growls. “I should come right here and walk away and let you beg for mercy. I should punish you.”
My throat feels thick; I can barely swallow. He knows how desperate I am. The room smells of my desire, and I ache so badly I think I might die.
“Please, Brom,” I whisper. “I need to come. I need you to come inside me. I need you…”
He lets out a low moan. “You don’t know what it feels like to hear that.”
Then he lets go of my hair and slides his hand down over my breasts, squeezing at them until it slips between my legs.
I come instantly.
I feel everything.
My back bows against him, the back of my head on his shoulder. A strangled cry comes from my mouth, and the world grows bright and effervescent. I feel like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, bursting in light.
“Brom,” I cry out through a ragged gasp.
It’s good. It’s heavenly. It’s everything.
“Oh, fuck,” Brom grunts, and I feel him swell inside me, his hips slowing, the push of his cock deeper, harder. “Kat, Kat,” he whispers hoarsely, still sliding his fingers over my wetness until I’m too sensitive.
He comes with a shuddering moan, his broad chest trembling at my back as his orgasm works through him. I can feel his hot seed spurting inside me. He finishes with a couple of slow pumps, and I squeeze him hard, emptying him.
Eventually, he pulls out, his essence leaking out of me and running down my legs. He presses his chest against my back, pushing me against the wall, and leaves a trail of kisses down the back of my head, his breathing shallow and labored.
“Kat,” he says, and there’s a quiet desperation in his voice. “I…”
I try and catch my breath, waiting for what he’s going to say.
He brings his mouth to my cheek, his facial hair rough against my skin, and kisses me there. Tender, so tender.
“I never stopped loving you,” he says in barely a whisper.
I gulp, my heart blooming in my chest.
Dear God.
“Brom…”
I don’t know what to say.
“I’ve loved you my whole life,” he goes on softly, tenderly, resting his lips on my shoulder.
I turn my head toward him, unable to process his words.
He loves me?
He really loves me?
“Your whole life?” I ask, that champagne feeling coming back.
“I knew I would marry you one day,” he murmurs, his beard tickling my shoulder as he speaks. “It didn’t matter what they said. It was never their decision. I fell in love with you from the very start because you’re you. You’re my daffy. You’re my Kat.” His throat bobs against my skin as he swallows.
“I don’t know who I am anymore,” he goes on, his voice breaking. “But I know how I feel about you. And I’ll do everything to do right by you. Whether you love me or want to marry me, it doesn’t matter. I’ll do everything in my power to stay…to…”
He trails off, his body going tense.
“What?” I whisper.
Silence.
Stillness.
Terror pricks at my spine.
He lifts off my back, his presence feeling heavy and ominous.
Carefully, I twist around enough to face him.
In the dim moonlight that’s coming through the window, I can see his handsome face, the dark beard on his strong jaw, his perfect nose, those black arched brows.
But the eyes that are staring back at me don’t belong to Brom.
They are black like tar.
Simmering with evil.
Oh God.
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but he reaches out and grabs my head and slams it into the wall.
I scream, my jaw slamming shut as my head makes contact, and the world starts to go black. But then Brom’s grabbing me and flipping me over onto my back, pinning my hands above my head.
“Bitch,” he growls at me, and his voice is inhuman, matching the soullessness of his eyes. “I’m going to make you pay for being a whore.”
This isn’t the same as it was before. This isn’t Brom. This creature means it.
He moves above me, his body seeming both larger and harder to see, like shadows are taking over his skin. His hand goes to his cock. “I will give you pain.”
“No!” I scream at him. “Brom, don’t do this!”
But he reaches forward and grabs me by the throat. Unlike earlier, he now means to crush my windpipe between his fingers, and I can’t get a breath in.