Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“I’m not an idiot. I know you’re a criminal. I don’t have any expectations of you being some knight on a white horse who’ll ride off with me into the sunset. I don’t even expect to see sunsets. All I want is one thing that’s mine. One thing that’s my choice.”
Bryce jumps off me and paces back and forth. I watch his feet walk beside my body as he whispers profanities under his breath. He growls before bending over me again. “You don’t understand. I like violent sex, Isla. It’s the only way I get off. I’m not abusive. I won’t hurt you to feel powerful, but I will fuck you hard and get off on your tears.”
“Will you stop if I ask you to?”
Bryce appears taken back, the look on his face pure horror, like I’ve struck him somehow. “Of course.”
“Then don’t deprive me of a choice.”
Chapter Fifteen
BRYCE
My pants are about to bust open cause my cock is hard as steel. I want to rip her clothes off and fuck her until she passes out, drenched in my cum. I have an animalist need to mark her as mine so that no other man will dare to look at her because they’ll know I’ll snuff them out. But a part of me is frightened that once we go through with this, she’ll never look at me the same way again.
I rub the back of my neck as Isla pushes to her feet, and we stand facing each other. She says she wants a choice, but a choice in what exactly? A choice in getting railed like an animal on the ground?
I take in every mouthwatering curve. My fingers twitch at the thought of grabbing her large tits and biting her nipples. “Pick a word.”
“A word?”
“If you want me to fuck you, you need a safe word. The word stop or no isn’t enough for the shit I’m into. I fuck like an animal. If we do this, I’ll want to rip you apart and mark every inch of you. The shit I’ll do will be scary, and I honestly don’t know how you’ll react.”
Her chin juts up, and she crosses her arms over her chest, staring me directly in the eyes. “I’ve lived with monsters my whole life, Bryce. I can take it.”
Anger flares in my chest. She doesn’t get it. I don’t want to beat her or force her. What I’ll do to her will be consensual. It will bring her pleasure. That she’s confusing the two irritates me.
I stride forward, and she retreats. Her back hits a tree as my body covers hers. She’s got nowhere to run. “The men in your life burned you to make themselves feel superior because they weren’t worthy of you. I’ll burn the world and make you the queen of the ashes just to see you smile. If I have to, I’ll cut out my heart to make you whole.” I trail my nose along her neck, inhaling her unique scent—a mix of Dove soap and something distinctly her, pure, strong, and beautiful. “I don’t want to hurt you, Isla. I want to fuck the breath out of you. I’ll make you call out for God and beg for the Devil.”
My hands roam along her sides, loving how her softness fits in my palms. I want to mark her skin, not in anger, but in pleasure, desire and need. “Protecting and providing for you is all I need, Isla. I don’t need to hurt you to prove I’m a man. And not just any man. Your man. I’ll do everything and anything, break laws and cross boundaries to prove I’m yours. But you have to trust me. That’s the only thing I ask for—your unwavering trust.”
“I’m not sure I can trust.”
My lips hover by her ear. “All I want is for you to try. Let me prove to you that you can trust me. Allow me to show you that a real king worships his queen.”
Isla’s breathing speeds up as she tentatively lifts her arms around my neck. “What if I can’t do this?”
“Your words are unsure, but I smell the want of your sweet pussy, Isla. Your body wants to give in to me.”
“My body is a treacherous bitch,” she mumbles. “It’s a little fucked up to want to have sex with someone after you just offed your own kid.”
“As I’ve said, I’m thoroughly fucked up.”
Her hand shakes as she points behind me. “His eyeless body is right there. You realize that, right?”
I know I should feel shame or sadness, but I don’t. I feel the same as when I killed my father. Nothing. Perhaps I’m a psychopath, but I learned long ago that I am who I am. I do what needs to be done, and I don’t agonize over my actions. “Had Paul stayed away, he’d be living his life in bliss far away from you. I warned him what my solution would be if he pressed the situation. He came after you, and I kept my word. One thing about me, Isla, is that my word is finite. It’s my character, my honor. Paul understood what would happen. He just mistakenly assumed he’d be the victor in the war.”