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)
They continually hit him until he slips into unconsciousness and my heart breaks.
Dear God, no!
One of them hits me hard across the face and I fall to the ground. They gather around and one of them unzips his pants.
“Tash. Baby, wake up.” He shakes me.
I scream as I sit up in a rush. Heart racing, my body is covered in perspiration.
“Jesus, Tash. What were you dreaming about?” Joshua grabs me in an embrace and pulls me into his chest as I sob.
The door opens and a bodyguard bursts in. “Is everything alright in here? I heard screaming.”
“Natasha just had a nightmare. Can you give us some privacy, please?” Joshua says flatly, obviously annoyed at the intrusion.
“Yes, sorry.” He leaves immediately. I cry into his chest as I shake in fear.
“It’s ok, baby. I’m here. Don’t be frightened,” he whispers into the top of my head.
I continue sobbing.
“Were you dreaming about your father?” he asks in a defeated voice.
I shake my head. I don’t want to say it out loud in case it makes it come true.
“Tell me sweetheart. What were you dreaming about?”
“I have been having the same dream over and over,” I sob. “What dream?”
“They kill you.” My chest heaves. “Who kills me?” he gasps.
I sob out loud again as I bring my face up to his. “They hold me and make me watch the men taking turns bashing you to death and then they gang rape me.”
His expression drops. “Christ…it’s not real, Tash. It’s just a bad dream.”
I pull back to look at him “I am scared it’s a premonition, Josh. What if my dad is trying to warn me? It’s so real, always exactly the same dream. They started two days after Dad’s death.”
He smiles sympathetically. “It’s a nightmare, baby. Let’s have a shower. You always feel better after a shower.”
I nod nervously and let him help me to the shower. We stand in an embrace as I cry into his chest, and the fear eventually subsides as the water washes away my nightmare from hell.
“I’m scared, Josh,” I whisper.
He gently kisses my face. “It’s ok, baby, nothing is going to happen to me. You’re safe now, I’m here.”
I wake with a start, my heart is racing through an orgasm. Joshua is on top of me and inside me. He kisses me as he pulls out and rolls me onto my side to face him.
He smiles as he leans in and kisses me gently again.
“Good morning, Mr. Stanton,” I sigh happily. “Helping your- self?” I smirk.
“You love it when I take you in your sleep.”
I smile broadly at the beautiful specimen in front of me. It’s true. I do love it when he takes me in my sleep. “Yes, but why do you love it so much?” I’ve never asked him before why it gets him so amped up.
He bites his lip as he contemplates his answer. “I don’t know. I think that it’s the way your body responds to mine, even when you’re not conscious. You have no idea what a turn-on it is to know that your body wants mine. I don’t know actually.” He shrugs. “I think it’s that I realize we connect on many different levels and the fact that you know about it and give me permission. I don’t know what it is, but it’s fucking hot.”
“Have you ever done that to anybody else?” I ask.
He frowns at me. “Natasha, I don’t fuck you while you sleep, I make love to you while you sleep. I’ve never made love to anyone, but you and I have definitely never stayed next to someone as they slept. What we have is a deeper connection. There is no way in hell I would want to do that with anybody. It’s actually creepy thinking of doing that with someone else.” He fakes a shiver.
I smirk. “And it’s not creepy when you do it to me?”
He frowns. “No, I adore you. I love you. Nothing could ever be creepy between us.” His eyes widen. “Do you think it’s creepy?”
I smile. “No, Josh, I think it’s beyond hot and it tells me how deeply I trust you.”
His face drops.
I frown. “Why did your face just drop?” I question.
He takes my face tenderly in his hands. “Kiss me.” I smile into him.
Knock, knock.
“Shit.” Joshua spits. “Just a minute,” he yells. I jump from the bed and sprint to the bathroom with him hot on my heels.
“Just get dressed,” I snap. “I don’t want them to know you are in the shower with me.”
“No, I need a shower too. I smell like sex.” He pushes me to the side and turns the shower on and dives in before the water heats up. I stand naked with my arms crossed looking at the beautiful sex god in front of me.
“What?” He smiles as he quickly soaps up.