I whimpered as he slid out of me. He held me in his arms as he undid the chains on my wrists. He turned me in his arms and stared down at me. My legs trembled as he let go, and I leaned against the wall for support. Cupping my cheeks, he kissed me. His tongue delving into my mouth as he tilted my head back, deepening the kiss. I felt his hard shaft pressed against my thigh, and I reached for him, loving his deep rumble against my lips.
“Kneel,” he whispered gruffly, and I slid down before him, his cock grazing my lips.
“Put it in your mouth, I want it sliding down your throat.” As I opened my mouth, my tongue barely touching him, when he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “Do it right. I want you gagging on it, Sarai. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
I swallowed hard, knowing that if I made a mistake I would get punished. Yet somehow the thought of being punished satisfied me, and the thought of pleasing him made me elated. I leaned forward, dragging my tongue along the wide base before wrapping it around his cock. I had perfected this for my husband. I knew exactly what he liked, and I’d become so used to his force that it didn’t even phase me anymore. It was all a matter of tactic, finding that trigger that would make him explode.
As I slid Micah deep inside, my lips sucking him in, my throat working around him, his long rumble of pleasure made me moan around him and he leaned forward. I ran my fingernails down his thighs and his muscles tensed. He looked so beautiful above me. His chest expanding, his muscles churning, the muscles of his ass rippling as I gave him one last hard suction, groaning as he exploded on my tongue. Nice long streams of his essence gliding down my throat, and I worked to swallow every drop while I watched him hump at me from above. His eyes clenched tight, his fist in my hair, his abs rippling as I gave him the release that he wanted.
He remained in my mouth as his breaths slowed down to a steady rhythm. My tongue roaming around his sensitive tip, suckling gently as he shuddered above me. I made love to his cock, I didn’t just suck and fuck him, I worshipped him. He liked it, because he let me linger for as long as I wanted to. Until his cock was once again rigid against my tongue and he was once again hard and ready. He growled and dragged me up into his arms. Pressing my back up against the wall, his hand curling around my neck.
He eyed me for a moment, his eyes narrowing on me as they lingered on my lips. “You have a skillful tongue, dirty girl. But don’t ever think you control me. No one controls me.”
“Are you going to put that cream inside of me, Sir?”
His fingers traced my clit and I gasped in pleasure. “Is that what this pussy wants?”
“Put a baby in me, Micah. I beg you.”
I licked my lips and he groaned as his cock sunk back into me. I knew that as much as he wanted his control, he couldn’t have me without my permission. And as much as I had the right to walk away, I let him have me, all of me. His mouth slid against mine and our tongues slid against one another in a familiar dance that consumed us. I wanted this with him and he knew it. The promise of a family lingered in the air, and there was no better father for my child. In that moment, the world could fall apart, yet I knew I’d always be safe in his arms.
EDGE
PROLOGUE
“You fucking, bitch!”
I screamed as the plates were slammed against the tile, pieces of ceramic flew across the room. I turned around, the pots still hot on the stove, and looked over at the burly man seated at the head of the table. The murderous look in his eyes told me I might not survive this night.
He pushed the chair back, the sound of the screech of the wood on the hard wood floor broke through the heavy silence. I screamed as he came at me, holding up my hands as he grabbed at me, yanking my hair back and shoving me against the stove. Pots rattled, and I yelled out as my hand flew back onto the hot stove to steady myself. Tears filled my eyes as he grabbed me by the neck.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice, bitch. Did you think I wouldn’t know you were trying to poison me?”
I shook my head, trembling in fright. “I don’t understand,” I managed to croak out before he back handed me, sending me sprawling onto the floor.
I slid up, grabbing onto my burnt hand, holding onto that pain instead of the one he was inflicting on me. “I told you I was allergic to garlic, and you coated that salmon in garlic, didn’t you?”
I shook my head. “No! No, mine has garlic, but I would never…”
He yanked me up, only to backhand me once again. I whimpered, cowering into a corner. This had been my life for the last three years. I should have known from the beginning that he would be cruel, that he would destroy me. The first time he hit me, I had been eighteen, just out of high school. I didn’t know any better. He’d pulled me out of the dump I was living in, he’d given me food and shelter, in my eyes, he was my savior.
I had no friends, no family, I had been in the foster system my entire life. Being pushed around or beaten every once in a while. This wasn’t anything new for me. But that first time, he’d apologized so profusely that I’d believed him. How stupid of me.
He yanked me up by my shirt and slapped me again, I yelped as blood spurted from my mouth. He’d ripped my lip open once again. He flung me up against the refrigerator and I slid down, limp and numb from all the beatings he’d given me throughout the years. I prayed maybe this would be the last. That he’d kill me once and for all.
He crouched beside me and I barely blinked as I stared down at his boots. My vision blurred, and I knew my left eye was already swollen and sealing shut. Blood poured down my chin and my body trembled of its own accord.
“Fucking weak, bitch! I’m gonna make you eat every ounce of this fucking food,” he lifted the salmon that had been thrown on the floor and shoved it into my mouth. I screamed as shards of the plate came with it. Over and over he slammed it into my mouth, slapping me as he did. Forcing me to chew on it. At one point I whimpered as a shard of glass cut my tongue open.
He laughed at me then, as blood poured out of my mouth. The most diabolical laugh I’d ever heard. “That’s so you learn that I’m smarter than you! That you’re a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve what I have to offer.”
He slammed my head back against the refrigerator and grimaced at me in disgust. “Now get the fuck up and clean this shit up!”
As I went to get up, his foot came out and kicked me in the gut. I collapsed onto the floor, the air ripped out of me as I struggled for a breath.
“Worthless, cunt.” He stepped over me, and relief spilled into me as he finally left me alone.
Picking myself up, I faltered, gripping onto the edge of the counter in order to lift myself up. I went to the sink and turned on the warm water. Gently I washed out the shards of food and glass that were in my mouth. Tears were spilling from my eyes as blood continued to twist with the swirling water. My hands shook as I stared down at them. My right hand was red and would probably swell from being pushed up against the hot stove. Drops of blood dripped from the gash in mouth into my palms.
I stared at the crimson drops for a long time, knowing this was it. This was my moment to leave. I had to leave before he killed me. I turned, my back pressed against the sink, and took a long look around the kitchen. Shards of glass everywhere, spurts of blood coated the white tile, chairs toppled, the pots lay in disarray. I was lucky this time. Last time he’d taken a hot pan and slammed it against my head. I’d been in the hospital for a week for that one, the scar still outlined my temple.