The Art of Redemption by Ella Dominguez Read Free Book Online Page B

coming into view. The ripping sound of a condom wrapper being opened and the snap of rubber. Hot, needy hands squeezing her breasts and slipping inside her panties. His fingers slick with her juices running across her lips. Her clothing being removed piece by piece. A raspy tongue felt on her cheek. A nibble on her neck. A tweak of her nipples and then a mouth in places that hadn’t experienced male attention in almost a year.
    God, no .
    She thrashed and tried to push him away, but her limbs were too thick and heavy. She opened her mouth to voice her objections, but her vocal chords refused to cooperate.
    “You taste so good, Isabel,” she vaguely heard from between her legs, but the light was too bright in her eyes and her vision too bleary to tell if what was happening was real or imagined.
    Please let this be a horrible dream…
    Hands on her knees pushing her legs apart. Penetration. Grunting. Her body being flipped over and manipulated into uncomfortable positions. A sheen of sweat across Greer’s forehead as he pinned her below the weight of his firm body. His lips curled into a satisfied sneer.
    The room around her began to spin and h er dinner and alcohol rumbled in her belly and threatened to spill out of her. When he draped her legs over his shoulders and pushed deeply into her, she gagged.
    Struggling to stay lucid, she combated the booze and heard herself pleading with Greer when he hit her cervix. Instead of showing her mercy, she felt more pressure between her legs and heard wet sounds.
    “I knew this pussy was worth the wait... I know you want it… stop begging me…”
    The words spoken by him in his English accent kept seeping into her semi-conscious reality but she couldn’t make sense of them.
    Why did she drink so damned much ?
    When she awoke eight hours later, she was naked on her couch and her clothes scattered on the floor next to her. The smell of sex and Mr. Greer’s aftershave still lingered in the air and she bolted to the bathroom where she vomited violently. She dry heaved repeatedly until there was nothing left in her stomach and her abdominal muscles ached. She tried to remember the details of what had happened the night before, but it was all a fuzzy memory.
    His dick inside of her . That’s all she could recollect. That’s all she wanted to recall. To think about any of the other ghastly details was too much for her to handle.
    Dragging herself to the shower, she washed o ff all traces of the asshole who had taken advantage of her and began to sob when the realization of what had happened sunk in. She had betrayed her own body by allowing that man inside her home, getting drunk and then allowing him to have his way with her, and her body had betrayed her by giving Greer the impression that she was aroused by his hands on her.
    You’re so wet for me, Isa …
    Greer’s statement sent another wave of nausea crashing over her. With the cool water cascading down her used body, anger raked over her like hot coals. At that moment, she hated herself. If she hadn’t drank so much this never would’ve happened. Yes, Greer was culpable for his actions, but in her eyes, she was ultimately the one to blame. She knew better than to drink. She could’ve fought him harder. Did she really say no ? Did that word ever actually come out of her drunken mouth? She had no idea. She was too damned inebriated to remember.
    Her father had been right about her all along. She was nothing but an ign orant little slut who didn’t deserve love.
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    Dylan
    With his heart pounding in his chest and his pulse hammering in his stiff cock, Dylan circled methodically and slowly around the thin, leggy, chestnut-colored haired woman hanging from the suspension rig in front of him. As he brought the cat up midair, he slowed his breathing and widened his stance. A shiver of arousal crept up his spine and hardened his cock when, in one swift movement, he brought the leather down across her stomach. The sight of her