Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Go home,” I yell.
“I am home,” he yells.
I turn to him angrily. “If you are home why is there a glass force field around you?”
His chest rises and falls in anger.
“I can’t break through it, I try and try and your heart is so closed up that you won’t let me in at all…and I can’t fucking handle this ambivalence anymore. You don’t even know what you want!”
“I want you,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine.
I shake my head angrily. “Well, start acting like it. I can’t deal with walking on eggshells anymore, Joshua. Make your decision. I have done my time for leaving you, my punishment is over. Let me in!” I cry.
He grabs me roughly and brings his lips to mine. “I want you,” he whispers as his tongue gently swipes through my lips. My eyes close as my hand comes around to the back of his head.
“Prove it,” I whisper into his mouth.
His dark eyes drop to my short red dress and he grabs the front seam and effortlessly rips it apart. I gasp at the violence of the act. I stand before him in my underwear, vulnerable and half naked.
“Don’t you ever tell me I don’t want you,” he growls. “It’s a damn need. A fucking obsession.” He grips my hair in his hands. “I don’t know how to control it, it controls me. I have a need to be so deep inside you that’s it’s all I can think about.”
He bites my neck hard and I cry out in pain as he rips my underpants off, turns me and bends me over the dining table in one motion. His fingers plough through my weeping flesh from behind and my eyes close in reverence. He brings his body over mine as his fingers pump in and out of me. This is what I need, to be taken so hard that I can’t remember any of the shit that goes on between us. He lifts my right leg onto the table to fully open me to his onslaught and I cry out as I am gripped with the sharp sting of his possession. He lines his throbbing length up and pushes into me as he growls, and I sigh in relief. His hands splay onto my shoulders as he rips my body back onto his. Back…forward…back he pulls me roughly. I feel him harden and I know he’s close, the front of my leg is hitting the table so hard I know I will be bruised tomorrow, and I don’t give a damn. Bring it on…I need this.
“I want you.” He rips into me. “I need you.” He growls as again he slams me back onto his length. I drop my head to the table to try and deal with the punishing rhythm.
“Come Natasha,” he yells. “Make me come…Squeeze my cock with that beautiful tight cunt of yours.”
And I fall, so deep into ecstasy…where I have never been before that my voice is stolen as my body contracts and I cry out silently. One…two…three pumps and I feel the telling jerk as his body empties itself into mine. We fall onto the table in a heap as we both gasp for air. His lips rest on the back of my neck and I smile as he kisses the side of my face.
I don’t know what just happened between us, but I think I found a crack in the glass.
My eyes open sleepily to the faint sound of my phone ringing and then I hear Joshua’s phone ringing. We both sit up immediately. Dear God, what’s happened? I pick up my phone and see Mum’s name and the time, 4 am, and my stomach tightens. Oh no.
Joshua answers his phone and walks into the living room and I sit on my bed.
“Hi Mum,” I whisper through the lump in my throat.
“She’s gone, beautiful girl,” she sighs through her tears.
Pain lances through me.
“Where are you?” I whisper as my eyes close.
“I’m at the hospital, love.”
“I’m on my way.” I hang up as the tears start to fall.
Joshua walks back into the room and his haunted eyes meet mine. I burst into full blown sobs as he sits next to me on the bed and I fall into his arms.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers into the top of my head. “I’m sorry too, Josh.”
I sob out loud as the pain of the finality of the situation hits home.
My beautiful gran has gone, and I will never see her again and it’s just not fair.
Death, what is it? What does it mean? And where do you go after you leave this life? It can’t be the end…can it? Is heaven wishful thinking? These questions have been running through my head and in my thoughts since Dad’s death and have once again been magnified.