Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I can’t look at Iggy. I know that I’m responsible for his rage-fueled voice mixed with the rejection and sadness in his eyes. The pain in my heart is not only warranted, it’s deserved. I could’ve left it alone. Chalked it up to a few encounters that went too far, but I wasn’t able to control my jealousy and ravenous desire. I know better than anyone how dangerous it can be to allow your emotions to get the better of you.
Iggy’s eyes glance down to my fingers, rubbing the tattoo on my wrist. “Why do you keep rubbing that?’
Iggy doesn’t know the truth about the tattoo. No one does, but Monica. A part of me wants to tell him everything. My heart couldn’t stand it if Iggy knew how fucked up I truly am. He doesn’t need to know that I’m on the brink of shattering and how I’ll drag him down with me. Like Humpty, I’m eventually going to fall from the wall of life, and not only will Iggy not be able to put me back together, I’ll make him break, too.
Marley Banks, the real Humpty Dumpty.
“It’s itchy.”
“Whatever, man,” Iggy spits. He’s trying to infuse indifference in his voice, but it sounds like annoyance.
I stand there silently as Iggy throws the clothes he’s discarded on the floor back on his body. “It was bold to assume I’d want to sleep beside your naked body.”
Iggy doesn’t turn around to look at me. His chest rises and falls as his ragged breaths become deafening. He pulls his shirt over his broad frame and then spins to glare at me. He says nothing right away. Instead, he tugs at one of his snake bite piercings, forcing my eyes to zero in on his lips. Iggy lifts his gaze from the ground, stares me down with the intensity of his blue eyes, and smirks. “It was bold of you to send me a load of your cum, but you did it anyway. It’s kind of funny, Mar. It seems like you want to take the lead in our so-called relationship.” He spits the last word with utter venom before stepping toward me again.
Each step he takes has fear spiking in my head. I’m not sure what he’ll do or how my body and mind will react. Iggy smiles once he corners me up against the wall. His eyes smolder, but that twisted smirk remains on his lips. I flinch as his hands slam against the wall by my head. My body shivers as he brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, “To be honest, I’ve got no problem with you being on top, baby, but you kinda have to be a man to take charge, not a scared, pathetic boy.”
My body trembles as Iggy’s lips brush against my pulse point. “So what’s it gonna be, Mayhem? You gonna man up?” When I don’t respond, Iggy uses his hand to push up off the wall and laughs. “Whatever, man, I’m outta here. There are much prettier little bitches than you.”
My arm lunges forward and I fist his t-shirt, slamming his back up against the wall. Our eyes lock as my hand snakes around his neck. I am almost expecting Iggy to fight, but he doesn’t. “What a good little submissive slut you are, Iggy. Is this what you were hoping for? For me to pin you up against the wall, and do what, exactly?” My other hand moves into my boxers and I pull out my hard dick. “Did you want to suck me off again?” I pull Iggy down by his neck until he’s on his knees before me. “Go ahead, be a good boy, and take what you really want. Go on, open that pretty little mouth and gag for me.”
Iggy’s eyes bounce between my rampaging cock and rage-filled eyes. This time I laugh and smirk down at his face. My hand tightens around his throat. “Who’s a pathetic boy now, bitch?”
Strong hands roam up my legs and grab my ass, drawing me forward. Bright blue irises peek up at me. Eyes that hold my soul within their depths and singe me to the darkest parts of my soul. I’m frozen in the moment, lost in this man's beauty as he kneels before me. Iggy smiles as his mouth parts and he places the tip of my dick between his lips. Lips that I want to kiss until they’re battered and bruised.
“Iggy.” My eyes shut as I moan his name like a tender caress of a lover, forgetting the anger-fueled lust coursing through my veins moments ago.
Then the moment’s lost. My ass hits the floor and confusion sets in as I stare at Iggy standing above me. His hands rub against his neck and I can still see the faint red marks my fingers left there.