Page 128 of Mind Maze

“You’re so tight,” he growls. “My cock is so big, I know it hurts, but you like it, don’t you?”

I like when he talks dirty. It reminds me of… I don’t know what. I just like it.

“I love it,” I purr. “Kiss me.”

He kisses me while rutting against me. My mind drifts to a recurring dream I have. I’m in a hotel room with a dark, mysterious man. He ravishes me with desperation. His cock is enormous.

Pleasure builds in my core.

Whenever I think of this fantasy or dream or whatever it is, I’m turned on. I think of the man’s mouth between my thighs.

A quiver of need ripples through me.

“That’s it, love,” he rasps against my mouth. “Come all over my fat cock.”

He always speaks of my coming, but the only time I’ve been able to come is with my fingers in the shower. It’s a filthy secret of mine. Once, I tried to touch my clit during sex and he was crushed, even shed tears about how emasculating that was.

I’ve faked it ever since.

I don’t want to hurt him.

“Yes,” I moan. “Oh yes!”

I’m actually close. My legs tremble and my core tightens.

“God, you’re a dream come true,” he rumbles. “So close.”

“Don’t stop,” I whimper. “Please, Caius.”

As soon as the name is uttered from my lips, it causes us both to freeze.

“Dammit, Romy,” he snaps, spittle showering over my face. “We went so long this time. I’ll take you to see Doc Junior in the morning.”

Then his hand covers my mouth. Terror claws at me. Seth’s eyes burn with disgust as he continues thrusting. An oily, gross feeling slicks over my skin.

I don’t want this.

I don’t want him.

But he’s your husband, Romy.

Stop with the crazy!

Tears streak down from the corners of my eyes and I breathe heavily. His thrusting slows and then he groans in pleasure. I feel a spurt of cum pulse out of his cock into my body.

“So help me, if you wake our daughter, I’m going to be pissed. You traumatized her last time.”

He removes his hand from my mouth and I let out a choked sob. As if I disgust him, he wrenches out of my body and crawls away from me. Once off the bed, he glowers at me.

I curl against my swollen belly, unable to keep the tears at bay.

Memories begin trickling in one by one. I see the man as we have sex. The adoration in his eyes is mesmerizing. Then I see Kaitlyn in that same hotel, playing with her toys in front of the television.

She’s not my daughter.

It’s why I can’t remember giving birth to her or seeing Seth with her.

I have to get out of here.

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