Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” he said. His eyes were delirious as he looked at her. “Fuck, man. I can’t. I can’t leave now.”
I didn’t want to let go of her. She clung to me so desperately.
“Please,” she sobbed against my chest. Her fists went up to me and I held them up for her, kissing her knuckles. “Please, I can’t.”
“Go,” I told him again.
“Don’t,” he groaned. “I’m not fucking leaving, not now. Is she fucking okay?”
“No,” I hissed. “She’s not, you fucking moron. Are you fucking blind?”
“I’m fine,” Pet whispered against my chest. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fucking fine,” I reminded her. God, I wanted to punch him. I played it out in my head, knocking out his teeth, slitting his fucking throat until blood gushed down his fucking tattooed chest.
“I want her again,” he said. His cock was in his fist. His eyes were on my Pet. “Fuck, I want her again, please. I’ll do anything.”
I let go of her and she tumbled to the floor. I stepped closer to him, and he didn’t back down. He just stared at me like an addict, like he couldn’t give up this fucking fix.
“You need to get the fuck out of here,” I told him.
We were about the same height, same weight. He was my complete opposite though. And it pained me to know it might’ve been exactly what Pet needed.
“I’m coming back,” he said, reaching for his clothes. He pulled on his boxers, his eyes never leaving Pet on the floor. “I have to.”
“If I ever see your fucking face again,” I said. “I’m going to kill you. I’m going to slit your fucking throat, and I’m going to enjoy watching you bleed out like the pig you are, you bastard.”
He stared at me, his eyes wild and crazed.
“She needed that,” he said. “She fucking needed that, and we both know it.”
“Get. The fuck. OUT!” I glared at him and he backed away towards the door. His eyes danced between me and Pet and I took a furious breath. I knew I’d regret not killing him on the spot for the rest of my life.
“I’m coming back,” he grunted, and I slammed the door of the playroom in his face.
I was back with her in a second. She sat in a crumpled ball on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. I couldn’t believe the guy had done that. Couldn’t believe she didn’t stand up to him. And that I didn’t.
I wanted to fucking wash him off her. Every trace of that filthy cunt, every drop of his cum, every lick of his tongue across her skin. I reached for her and she shied away from my touch, and it fucking killed me to see that.
“Pet,” I whispered. “Please, come here. Come to me, please, you know I’ll take care of you.”
She shook her head no over and over again. Rocked on her heels. Let out a small cry.
“Let me help you,” I begged her. “I’ll make it okay, I promise. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “It’s really okay.”
“Sapphire.” I nearly choked on her name. Her eyes looked at mine, so desperate.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes?”
“I… just…” I stared at her. What had I done? What had I fucking done?
I felt like a selfish fucking bastard. I was one, there was no doubt about that.
“Tell me you love me,” I said, and she parted her lips as the words slipped out, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I love you,” she said, and I knew she wasn’t lying. It was as true as it had been the first time she said it, when she shouted it against the palm of my hand.
“Will you let me make it better?” I asked her. “Please, Sapphire.”
“Okay.”
I picked her up. She weighed next to nothing and it made me worry. Had she been eating? Such a fucking ridiculous concern after everything that had just happened. I walked towards the shower but she whimpered in my arms.
“No,” she begged. “Bed, please. Our bed, I want us both in our bed.”
I did as she asked, even though I wanted to scrub her fucking clean.
Carrying her over to the bedroom, I pulled back the sheets and she crawled under them until the only thing I could see were her eyes and her hair like a halo on the pillow. I lay down next to her, her body naked and mine still in the suit I’d worn to work. Work that I’d actually missed, because I sat in the fucking car and felt sorry for myself while she found a guy to fuck her. Fuck her damn ass. I should’ve killed him. I was going to, next chance I got.
She crawled into my arms and looked up at me as I stroked her back. Long, soothing motions of my fingers, sweet little words whispered in her ear. She sighed contentedly after a while and I reminded myself she was still mine. She’d always be mine. I wanted her so badly. I craved every bit of her. I would fucking hate having to share her like this. And that fucking guy… He wasn’t the right choice. No matter how good it felt for her in the heat of the moment. She was done with him.