Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Get the fuck out of here. She’s mine,” I growl. The message couldn’t be clearer.
I turn back to Eden and thrust inside her, going back to claiming her. The sooner I get my baby in her, the better. She has a look of shock on her face, but I hear the door click closed behind us, and then she relaxes.
“You’re mine,” I say through clenched teeth, and my thrusts begin to become more erratic. I’m losing my cool because I want to breed her and I want to kill him all at the same time. “No one will ever touch you but me.”
“Coen,” she moans, her hands coming up and resting on my shoulders.
She clenches around me hard, and I feel her back arch away from the wall as she gives me her orgasm. She cums on my cock, and the rush of juice runs down my shaft, coating it with each thrust. I pump one final time and hold myself deep inside her as I empty every single drop into her little greedy pussy. I feel her pulses suck up every drop, and something settles in my chest. I’ve done everything I can to make her mine, and now I want to take her from this place. I want to bring her to my home to protect and care for her until the end of time.
“You’re coming with me, Eden,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers. “I want you to pack your things up. You’re coming home with me. Today.”
Chapter Eight
Eden
I pull him closer, taking his mouth in a hard kiss and putting everything I can into it. This is more perfect than I thought it would be. I wanted to leave with him so bad today, but I wasn’t sure it would happen. I’d dreamed of this moment for so long and it’s finally here. I knew he’d snapped when he pulled me from that pool.
His mouth takes mine back. We’re pressed together so perfectly I don’t know where I begin and he ends. This is how I want us to always be. We fit together too perfectly, like I was made to be his and only his. It proves to me how this was meant to be. He was meant to save me that day I was taken. He was supposed to save me from this place, too. Take me away before something bad could happen. Protect me forever.
All too soon, he pulls back. “Get your stuff, sweetheart. I want you out of here.” He lets my legs drop from around his waist, his cock slipping free. I moan at the loss. I want it back inside me. Want to stay as close to him as possible.
“Don’t look at me like that, or I’ll have your back on that bed so fast. I want you out of here.” He glances over his shoulder. “And away from him,” he finishes, and I know he’s talking about John. I know it was my stepfather who tried to come in here. He’s the only person who ever comes into my room.
I nod and he lets me go. I right my bathing suit before looking around the room, wondering what I should take. I grab a bag from my closet and start throwing clothes inside it.
“He ever touch you?” I turn to see Coen pacing back and forth, looking like a caged animal. I’m not sure what to say, because he has touched me before. I go with the truth.
“Yes.”
He stops pacing, and his whole body locks up. A deadly look like I’ve never seen flashes across his face.
“Where?” he demands as he takes a step towards me.
I clear the distance between us, placing my hands on his chest in an attempt to get him to calm down. I don’t want something to happen here. I just want to leave this place and never look back. Growing up here wasn’t horrible, and I know others had it worse. I just hated it here when I knew I belonged with him, where I could have a real family.
The days ate at me as I knew I had to wait for the right time to be with him. It was a slow torture, but I knew it would be worth it as long as I got him in the end. That’s all that mattered. All that I ever wanted in life was to be with him forever.
“Not like that,” I try to reassure him. “Just sometimes he’d brush past me. Hug me a little too long.”
“That all?” His hands go to my hair, grabbing a handful in a possessive hold and pulling it a little to make me look up at him.
“Sometimes he looks a little too long.” I bite my lip, not wanting to admit the next part.
“And?” he pushes. He knows I’m hiding something. I don’t want to upset him. This is all in the past now. It doesn't matter as long as we’re together.