Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“I’ll never ever ask you to stop,” I stated. “Never. Ever.”
He got a supremely pissed off look on his face but then he flipped me over onto my tummy and then he took me hard, rough, and beautifully.
When I’d left the room in the middle of that… I called Zack. He answered on the first ring.
“You get my message earlier?”
“Which one?”
“Charleston,” I said.
“Yep. It was good. I’ve got her.”
“You have her name?”
“Yeah, man,” Zack replied.
“I want her to wanna tell me.” I squeezed the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes tight.
He was quiet a beat before resuming. “I have a lot of info here now. You want it, I spill. You don’t, I’ll hang onto it.”
“Wait. You need more info or you got everything?”
“I’ve got enough. You confirming where she was born got me the confirmation I needed that I have info on the right person.”
I pondered it a second. If he didn’t need me to dig any further for her name then I should just let her tell me when she’s ready. I wanted it from her. It was something she was holding back and I knew there had to be a damn good reason for it. Maybe when she was ready to tell me it’d mean that we’d passed a milestone closer to her healing.
“There any reason you can think of that I shouldn’t just wait for her to tell me herself?”
He was quiet a few beats. “Naw man. You can wait.” There was something in his voice that made me think there was definitely a damn good reason why she wasn’t telling me.
“You sure?”
“Dario, I’m sure. You wanna know, I’ll tell you. But you wanna let her do it, there’s no reason I need to give it to you instead.”
Good enough for me.
“All right. Call ya tomorrow.”
I’d gone back to the bedroom, finding her curled up in a ball and I felt like a fucking heel holding back like that, stopping when she was right on that edge, punishing her by stopping before she could come.
That’s what they did, held back orgasms to punish her, and I didn’t wanna abuse the power. That’s what I’d essentially done, though. Backed off with her all worked up out of anger and that’s not what I was trying to do here. So, I went in, got her to open up, and I put everything I had into making her come, not for more information, not to keep her in line, but just to give her what she needed. She was petrified of telling me her name. I had to make her feel safe, not more afraid. I had to wait.
I’d gotten his fingers, his mouth, and his cock. I was full in my pussy with his fingers and when he got his cock into my ass, I came so hard that one orgasm rolled into another and it was so amazing that afterwards I bawled in his arms. He held me and stroked my hair and I fell asleep holding him as tight as I could.
In the morning, I woke up to the smell of toast and coffee. He brought me a tray with breakfast in bed.
“Good morning,” he said cautiously.
“Hi.” I sat up.
“Breakfast is ready,” he said.
“It smells good. You cooked?”
“Kind of. I made toast. I’m sorry about last night,” he said, looking remorseful.
I shook my head, “I’m sorry about last night, too. I know you’re just doing what you need to do to get me…better.”
He frowned and sat down, setting the tray beside me. There was toast cut into triangles with peanut butter and jam on it with a coffee and a banana.
I wanted to cry. How did I luck out like this?
“What’s the matter?” he asked me.
I shrugged. “I just feel lucky.”
“Lucky?”
“Lucky that I got sold to you. It could’ve been anyone. It could’ve been anyone else and then I wouldn’t have you. You’re amazing, Dare.”
He gave me a tight smile and ran the back of his thumb along my cheekbone.
“I got lucky. I joked with Pop that I wanted a mail-order bride not knowing anything about Lisa’s truth or about Kruna. His gift came from a fucked-up place, my baby, but he did give me a beautiful gift. I feel bad one minute that I let it go here with us but a split second later I am relieved that I opened my eyes and got my head outta my ass where you’re concerned. You and me, we’re gonna be happy; I promise you that.”
I wanted to melt. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight.
I wanted to explain about holding back my name, about the threats and that being broken through nineteen days of torture kept me from being totally open, about how I felt about him calling me his Angel and how I didn’t want the reasons for that to change, but I couldn’t find the words or figure out where to even start. So I just let him hold me for a few minutes and then he left me to have breakfast, putting Bugs Bunny on for me and telling me that Tommy and Zack were going to be over any minute and that they needed to talk in the den privately. The toast he’d made me was cold by the time I ate it, but it was still the best pb & j toast I’d ever eaten in my life.