Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
What the hell was I doing? What was I going to say?
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Slowly walking over to his place. My hand in the air, about to knock on the wooden door, but something came over me and it went to the knob instead.
It was open.
It was never open.
I stepped inside and softly shut it behind me. Immediately being comforted by the life I still wanted with all my heart. His scent was all around me again. My home. It calmed my nerves, but the anxiety for what was to come still lived and breathed in my blood. It pumped in my veins, releasing a piercing vibration at my temples. I ignored the looming feeling that I felt in the depths of my core.
The penthouse was eerie and silent. The only light came from the sun, shining in from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. I turned around to leave, suddenly feeling nauseous. Something was just not right. My hand was on the handle when I heard a noise coming from down the main hall. As if being pulled by a string, I made my way toward the sound.
One step.
Four steps.
Eight steps.
Ten.
“Just like that, baby. Take my cock,” I heard him groan from his bedroom. It echoed off the walls. I gasped, placing my hand over my mouth. Not wanting to be heard.
I should have stopped.
I should have turned around and left.
The truth blatantly, slapping me in the fucking face again. He’d moved on. With someone who wasn’t me.
I couldn’t stop my feet from moving.
Fifteen steps.
Twenty-six steps.
Forty.
To his open bedroom door.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see, about to feel. It was like taking a bullet to the fucking heart. I just never imagined Martinez would be holding the loaded gun. He was leaned up against the headboard on my side of the bed, gripping onto long blonde hair that was positioned in his lap. Jerking her head up and down as she sucked on his cock. She was completely nude lying on her stomach. Leaning on his thigh as her other hand stroked his shaft. I held my breath as my eyes rolled up their bodies.
Locking eyes with him.
I was there, but I wasn’t.
Cold, dark, soulless eyes stared back at me with a sinister look I couldn’t begin to explain. Sucking all the air from my lungs, taking my heart, the heart that he owned, shattering it into a million fucking pieces. Pain like that should never be experienced. It was raw, excruciating torture. As much as I urged myself not to watch, to look away, to run, it willed me to stay in place. My feet glued to the goddamn floor beneath me, about to endure, and witness the truth beneath the goddamn fiction.
I was led there for a reason. I needed to see this, as much as it pained me. Nearly killing me…
I needed to remain strong. Act unfazed. Show no weakness.
His eyes never wavered from mine as he took what she was giving him. Guiding her up and down with one hand, rubbing her arms, her back, her breasts with the other. Just like he always did with me. Attentive, caring, it wasn’t just a meaningless act. A quickie. They were familiar with each other, their movements and their bodies. His hips started moving against her hand and mouth, thrusting his cock deeper down her throat. She wanted him to manhandle her, to feel his dominance as she had his cock in her mouth. She sucked him harder, stroked him faster.
His mouth parted, groaning out loud.
She moaned, pleased with herself. His movements became more aggressive the closer he got to coming. Grabbing her by the hair, pulling her head back slightly. Shoving her back down to deep throat him with each suck of her lips.
He grinned. “Is this making you wet? I know you want to join us, Lexi.” Devious eyes, deliberately peering down, he locked eyes with her. Caressing the side of her face. She never let up on sucking his cock. He rasped to her, “You’d like that? Wouldn’t you, cariño?”
The string that led me to him, snapped. “You piece of fucking shit!” I charged him.
She shrieked, jumping off the bed. Taking the sheets with her, trying to cover her naked body. Martinez didn’t even move or bat an eye. He didn’t even bother to cover himself.
He grabbed my wrists, lifting me over his body, throwing me on my back onto the bed in one swift move. Placing my body where he wanted, straddling my waist, hovering above me. I had to turn my head away from him. His scent I once loved was replaced with her perfume and sex.
“Let me go!” I yelled, trying to fight him off. Failing miserably at doing so.
“Get the fuck out of here! Now!” he ordered in a strong, dominant tone.