Page 65 of Enticing the Monster

Maybe this is what he was talking about. This is the dirty stuff he doesn’t want to do in our marriage bed. I don’t know, but I’m not complaining in the slightest. He can do any of this anywhere. I would gladly accept it.

Then he speaks. His words send a thrill of desire down my spine. “You’re my good little whore, aren’t you?” he asks. “A whore only for me.”

“Only you,” I whimper, wishing I could move my hips, maybe slip my hand between the mattress and my body so I can touch my clit. I want more than just his balls slapping against my clit with each downstroke. It’s not enough. “Please.”

“Please?” he growls. “Tell me who you are.”

I can feel my cheeks heat. I know what he wants me to say, but I don’t know if I can. “I’m yours,” I murmur.

“My what?” he barks, his fingers gripping me harder, pushing me deeper into the mattress.

I should probably tell him to stop. Blackness begins to form at the edges of my vision, but instead of letting it take over, I pinch my eyes closed as I begin to pant.

I want to come.

“Please fuck me, Coleman. I’m your whore, and I need you to fuck me until I come,” I scream as loudly as I can.

“Fuck, hummingbird. Fuck,” he roars as he fills me with his release, his cock twitching inside of me as he does.

He doesn’t pull out of me, though, once he finishes. He continues to move slowly, leaning forward, his lips at the shell of my ear, where he begins to murmur just loud enough for me to hear. His words cause my pussy to clench, and I whimper, wanting to come just from his murmurings.

“You’re my slut, my whore. You’re my womb to breed. You’re going to carry my babies, and I’m going to fuck you like this every goddamn night of our lives. I’m obsessed with you, hummingbird. Obsessed with your cunt, your mouth, your taste, and your ass. It’s all mine, and I’m a selfish fucking prick. I’m going to take, take, take until there’s nothing left.”

“Ruin me,” I whimper as his hand slips between my legs. His fingers begin to play my clit, his cock still inside of me but beginning to soften.

“I already have.”

ChapterTwenty-Six

CLAIRE

“Why?”he asks. “Why are you okay with everything that happened tonight? Not just in the bedroom, but with the family?”

He’s asking me this question, and I know he’s expecting some depth in my answer, but I don’t have anything that intense to say about it. My parents were trash. They sold me to the highest bidder, and they would have done it sooner if they’d been smart enough to think about it.

They would have sold me over and over, not just this one time for marriage. They would have pimped me if they had thought of it. I realize this now. I’ve been thinking about it, and I also realize it’s what they were prepared to do with my sister. They made herwantit, too. That’s the sick part.

So when he asks me why I’m not sad they’re gone, why I didn’t even blink as they were being murdered in front of my own eyes, it’s because of those reasons. It’s because they were selfish, self-absorbed, and greedy. So damn greedy.

They wouldn’t have stopped. They would have kept going until they were physically stopped by another source. Which is what Coleman’s family did. They stopped them. They ended it all, and I could finally breathe easily.

It’s funny how when you’re living your life, you don’t realize just how toxic somebody is. My parents were normal to me. They were all I knew. I didn’t have any close friends to see a different family dynamic. My family was all I knew, but now my eyes have been opened to who and what they were.

“They were selfish. They sold me for their personal gain, and they wanted to do the same to my sister. They probably did a lot of illegal things that I just didn’t realize. I wasn’t paying attention to them or the things they were doing. I was focused on school and getting out of their house. I didn’t watch them, and I certainly didn’t see them for who they were.”

Coleman’s fingers are drawing lazy circles against my naked hip as I lie halfway across his body. Sliding my hand from his waist, I feel his hard muscles beneath his smooth skin as I glide my fingertips up to his cheek, scratching my nails through his beard.

His hand flashes up, and he wraps his fingers around my wrist and grips me there. Holding me tightly. Lifting my head, I look up at him as he dips his chin, his gaze finding mine and holding it for a long moment.

“You were neglected, hummingbird,” he states, his voice deep and firm. “And abused.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I chew on it for a long moment in silence as I watch him. I’m not sure what to say, but as I think about his statement, I realize that’s exactly what I was. Neglected. My siblings were, too, but I’m not sure any of us realized it.

“When you’re sheltered like that, it’s hard to know what the reality of your life is. What you have is normal, and you don’t know it’s not until you see something different.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Exactly that.”

Coleman’s fingers leave my wrist and cup the side of my head. His fingers slide through my hair, gripping the strands at the back of my head as he gently tugs me backward. “It is okay to grieve them, Claire. They were your parents, and there was love there,” he murmurs.

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