Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
I throw the dirty napkin on the table. “What’s there to tell? I’m a unicorns-and-rainbows-loving nerd, who prefers loud music over talking to people, who also happens to love bright colors and anything that distracts her. I’m pretty weird, but also pretty normal. Did I mention I love to party and hang out with boys?” I raise a brow to taunt him.
“As long as those boys don’t touch you, party away.”
“Really?” I shift in my seat. “Because I could’ve sworn I wasn’t anyone’s possession, so boys can touch me all they want, and I’ll gladly let them if they want to.”
He narrows his eyes. “Don’t play dirty games with me, Hailey. I’m not someone to mess with.”
“Oh, and I am?”
“Why are you so upset? Is it because I asked about your parents? That’s it, right?”
My nose twitches from annoyance. He’s really pushing me now.
“Or is it because I never said you’re mine?”
He reaches into his pocket.
Something inside starts to vibrate.
I squeal.
Everyone turns around.
Thomas places his finger on his own lips and shushes me.
“Don’t make a sound.”
“What the fuck?” I say.
“Shh … not so loud. You don’t want everyone here to know you have a butt plug in your ass, do you?” he whispers.
“Is that thing vibrating? Oh, my god.” My pupils dilate and then I growl, “You’re doing this.”
“Yes, I am. I needed to make a point here.”
“What point?” I shudder and clench my legs from the vibration, which pulses through me, causing delicious thumps.
Fuck. How am I supposed to concentrate on the conversation? How am I supposed to eat my damn venison if I can’t lift a damn fork without shaking?
“You are mine, Hailey. Whether you think you are or not doesn’t matter. When I say you’re mine, you’re mine completely. No one, and I mean no one, is going to touch you. I don’t share what belongs to me.”
“I don’t belong—”
“You belonged to me the moment I stuck my tongue into your pussy, and you know it,” he growls softly. “You think I’m playing around, don’t you? I’m not. I may not want to define whatever the fuck it is we’re doing here, but that doesn’t make me any less of a greedy motherfucker. And I am fucking greedy when it comes to you. That’s a problem of mine that I’m willing to admit now, having you on my mind every goddamn second of the day, wishing I could stick my tongue in your pussy and then my cock until I hear you scream my name. I also finally came to terms with the fact that I am one jealous asshole, and you won’t like me one bit when I’m jealous, Hailey, so don’t you make me one by letting other boys get a taste.”
I’m baffled.
I don’t even know what to say.
Completely fucking speechless, that’s what.
And I don’t even know if I’m supposed to take this as a compliment or a threat.
Judging by the sensations between my legs, I guess it’s good either way.
Not that I still have a choice in the matter. The more he talks, the more I want him to shut up and kiss me.
Now, I know what Lesley means when she’s talking about alpha men. He’s the prime example.
“Did you understand all that, Hailey?”
“Um … yes? I guess?” I say, licking my lips from the tightness in my ass that I’m suddenly very aware of, considering we’re in a restaurant.
The vibrating increases in intensity, making me squirm in my seat.
“Not. Good. Enough,” he growls. “Tell me exactly what you won’t be doing.”
“I won’t be seducing guys or letting anyone else touch me.”
“And?”
“I belong to you, even though we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Exactly. And when I ask you to tell me something, you will tell me.”
“Fine, yes,” I whisper, breathing heavily through my mouth to cope with the increased pleasure I’m feeling down below. Goddamn. It feels so wrong inside a restaurant.
“Yes, what?” He pulls the item from his pocket and shows it to me. “Or do you want me to turn this up a notch?”
“Yes, Sir!” I say, a little bit louder than intended, causing people to turn their heads.
He smiles wickedly. “Good.”
The vibrating loses its power, but it doesn’t stop completely.
“Why are you doing this?” I mutter. “We’re in a fucking restaurant.”
“I don’t care where we are. I will give you pleasure whenever I want, wherever I want. Because… let’s face it, that wasn’t really punishment, was it? Tell me the truth.” he muses, placing the item on the table in full view. Goddamn, it feels like a jab. Like he knows he owns me or something. Of course, he does. I know it too. I just wish I could own him too.
I sigh and pat my dress, trying to regain whatever’s left of my self-control. “Yes, Sir … I kinda liked it.”
“Hmm … that’s my good girl.”