Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I moved my hands from her hips to her ass, holding her tightly in my grip, and I groaned as I did. She felt so fucking good.
I loved to see her tits bounce as she slapped down onto my cock. I loved to see my naked cock, slick from her orgasm, sliding in and out of her. I had pumped my seed into her four times, and with how she was moving, it was going to be a fifth time. Gritting my teeth, I tried to hold onto what semblance of control I had. When it came to Freya, it would seem I barely had any control. I wanted to fuck her so badly.
And then, there was no control, as her cunt tightened around my length, and I couldn’t hold back. I came, screaming her name, holding her hips in a bruising grip, as I pulled her down and emptied another pulse of seed deep inside her.
I’d gone from not wanting a wife or a family to craving it. I don’t know what had changed. Maybe it was the reality check of knowing there was a chance we might not be able to get what we wanted, and I didn’t like that. It made me realize all the things I did actually want with this woman, and that no matter what, it was going to be a fight to get them.
I hated how life threw us curveballs.
Afterward, Freya collapsed against me, and I held her, pressing my face against her neck, breathing her in. I didn’t want to let her go, but we were going to have to leave soon.
Silence fell between us, and I wasn’t in a rush to change that. Minutes ticked by, and I was happy to just hold her.
“Do you think we could stay like this forever?” she asked.
I smiled. “We could, but slowly we would starve to death, and possibly start trying to eat each other.”
“Ew, that’s gross,” she said, pulling away.
My cock was still balls-deep inside her. I held onto her hips, as she looked at me.
“I just ... I know this is coming to an end, and knowing that, it’s kind of hard to ... you know, let go.” She sighed. “Will you become a dick when we get back home?”
I smiled. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Will you accept that cabinet I made for you?” I asked.
The quilt she had made for me was on the back of the sofa. I intended to take it with me, and wherever we went, I was going to fold it up and carry it with us.
“Yes.”
“Then I won’t be a dick to you.”
She chuckled. “Are you telling me you would have still been a dick to me if I said no?”
“There could have been a possibility.” I rubbed my thumbs against her hips.
“You know, there is a chance I might be pregnant?”
“I know.”
“You’re not ... worried?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want kids. Don’t you want kids?” I asked.
She licked her lips, and her gaze seemed to go off somewhere behind my shoulder.
“What is it?” I asked, giving her hip a gentle squeeze.
“I don’t know if that makes me a bad person,” she said with a sigh. “I mean, my life isn’t exactly a guarantee. What if I have a child, and then something bad happens, and I’m not there? Is it selfish of me to want children, especially knowing my life is not ... you know...”
“No, it’s not selfish, because I’m not going to allow anything to happen to you.”
“Victor, you can’t guarantee that. It seems to me The Grid gets what they want,” she said.
“They want The Beast and The Butcher, and they’re not getting them. They will not get you, Freya. Trust me, it’s not going to stop me from putting a baby inside you, and then you and I are going to have a life together. We’re going to have fun, and there isn’t a single person here who is going to stop us. We have each other,” I said.
“You sound serious.”
“I am. I’m a man who is used to getting what I want. When I don’t, I make sure those that fail, pay. You will live, Freya. You will live to see our children grow old. You will see them get married. You will have a good life. This is my vow to you. This is what I owe you.”
“Victor, you don’t owe me anything,” she said.
But I did, because she didn’t realize it yet, but she had given me something I didn’t think I would ever have. She had given me hope in a world I had only accepted as a dark hole of shit. She had become my light.
Freya had become my everything, and I was not going to allow anyone or anything to take her away from me.
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Ivan
Staring out across the garden where Victor lived, I didn’t like this feeling. It was the same feeling that had come over me many years ago when my father sent me to get killed. The man hadn’t been able to finish the job, and I, against all odds, had survived.