Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Elizabeth

His damn filthy mouth gives me the best orgasms. One time he made me cum just by playing with my nipples and using his dirty words.

I don't move my ass because I know he can't take a piss till he softens slightly. I keep rubbing my pussy because it's his problem, not mine.

When he pulls back slightly, I tense and wait for his hot stream.

"Are you ready to take my piss up your asshole, Elizabeth? Do you want me to dirty you up? My filthy little piss whore?"

I nod my head pushing back on his dick and rubbing myself harder. He groans, and I feel his hot piss jet out of his cock and begin to fill me up. I rub my clit, desperate to cum again.

"Argh, that feels so good pissing inside your asshole. My little toilet. Take it all, baby," Zak said in between breathy pants.

Between his words and his using me, my ass clamps down on him as I cum again.

"My greedy little Fuckdoll," he said with a chuckle before leaning down and playing with my tits as he continued to piss in me.

I lean my head on the towel and relax until he is finished. As soon as he pulls out of me, he puts the plug inside my asshole. He helps me up, and I groan, holding my stomach.

"You do that every time. Beg me to piss in you, then moan and groan afterwards. You should be grateful to have my piss inside you."

I roll my eyes before he starts on a tirade that just won't stop.

"Don't be long I want to show you some of the Island before it gets dark."

I nod excitedly. How could I have forgotten we aren't in fucking Mongolia anymore?

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I've never appreciated such beauty in all my twenty-six years of being on this earth. Not to mention Zak is being so sweet to me that it's fucking freaking me out.

He is so proud of Esme Island. I love watching him talk about it. He has never been so animated. He holds my hand when he takes me to a stunning rose garden.

"This is where I feel closest to my mum. I've missed seeing her favourite flower," he said softly.

I look around at the flowers and surrounding grass. In this heat, the garden must have needed maintenance. I wonder if his mum has passed away.

He looks so—desolate. His head is lowered, and his massive shoulders are hunched. I pull my hand away from his and hug him. He paused for a second before he wrapped his arms around me. He buried his face into my hair and inhaled deeply.

"If I didn't want to desecrate my mother's memorial garden, I would fucking pound you into the grass right now," he whispered into my ear.

And just like that, our tender moment was ruined. I couldn't help but laugh. I've never been fucked as much in all my life as I was in Mongolia. I slap his back, and he chuckles.

"Come on, you can swim naked in the pool," he said, pulling me out of the small garden. I look back at it and know she must have been one heck of a lady for Zak to feel anything. I've not given my parents any thought at all. They were probably happy to see the back of me.

I sigh heavily and try to keep up with Zak's massive stride.

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The following day I hear a boat approach the pier, and Zak comes upstairs to tell me to put some clothes on. I'm so used to wearing all the tiny pieces of clothing Zak insisted I wore in the desert. I pull on a long floral summer dress from the wardrobe. He had everything organised in the house. There was nothing that wasn't to my taste or size. I'm still trying to figure Zak out. Each time I think I have him pegged, he shifts gears.

Perhaps I never will.

I see a tall lady with brunette hair when I reach the dining room. She is laughing at something Zak is saying. The bitch is touching his arm.

I stride over to them, and Zak turns to smile at me. I ignore him and punch the bitch in the face.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, bitch," I snarl as she holds her cheek.

Zak has lifted me up in the air as I struggle and kick him. I aim for his balls, but my leg isn't going high enough.

"Woah. What the fuck?" he said, the shock clear in his voice.

I clamp my mouth shut. Fuck him. He let her touch him. He tossed me over his shoulder to jog upstairs and locked me in the bedroom. I throw the closest thing to me at the door sadly, it's his shoe, and it does little damage to anything.

"You fucking let her touch you, and I'm going to cut your dick off in your sleep, you asshole," I scream as loud as I can.

I look around to see if there is anything I can smash.

That fucking whoring cunt. Fucking bitch.

"Get that fucking cunt out of here," I scream again, but my voice cracks because I've not used it for so long. So I use my fists and pound on the door.

"You're both fucking dead, Zak. Fucking both of you. You fucking bastard!"

Part of me knows I'm acting insane the other part is livid.

He made me into this. I put my back on the door and slide down it till my ass hits the floor. Tears pour out of my eyes and roll down my face.

What am I without Zak?

Who am I?

Sobs rack through my body now uncontrollably. I sink my head onto my knees, not wanting to know the answer to any of my questions.