Page 100 of Isolation
The moment I hear the front door shut and their voices disappear, I let go without a second’s delay.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck! Shit! Oh shit,” I start cursing every profanity when a climax like no other takes over. No real words can describe my out-of-body experience.
I keep moaning like a wild animal till I find Milo’s face hovering over mine.
“That was actually louder than last night.” He kisses my lips and grabs my shoulders.
Just like that, the roaring in my ears recedes to be replaced with a familiar humiliation.
I was forced to bend to another despicable moment, but my mind has not been forced to feel okay about it. I will never have a say over these reactions, and he will never stop forcing me into this.
There truly is no escaping him, or from myself.
I want to float out of my body before that reality settles in. I want to disappear into thin air and distance myself from this experience.
That is probably the reason why I hardly feel it when Milo pulls me up from the table and pushes my front against the adjacent wall.
The palm that’s on the back of my neck, holding my face against the cold surface, only slightly registers.
I barely jerk when my dress is lifted to display my naked ass and his cock shoves deep inside me in a single thrust.
My brain is hazy. All the same, I hear words floating all around me.
“Fuck,” there is a groan in my ear. “You were made for me.”
“I love it when your pussy squeezes me this tightly.”
“You are perfect.”
“You belong to me.”
My body is further shoved against the wall as he pounds into me. I hear the low roaring of my name floating around my ears, and feel a heavy mass collapsed against my back.
I stare straight into the white abyss in front of me and try to remember where I am. I blink to clear the fog to grasp my surroundings, but I can’t.
Instead, I focus on controlling my breaths.I can’t control that either, but I hearhisshuddered breaths.
The hair is pushed off my bare shoulders. Little kisses are placed between my shoulder blades, on the back of my neck, my ears. A hand covers my chest, fingers massaging my breasts.
Words are coming from everywhere.
“There is no one else like you in this entire world.”
My heart is POUNDING like it’s about to burst out of my chest.
“I can’t live without you.”
I am sweating profusely, drenched in my own perspiration.
“Raven?”
My insides are trembling. Shaking.
“Baby?”
And I know, I just know I am losing my shit again.
“Hey. What’s going on with you?”
