Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
"Interesting." Molly says as she stalks up behind me.
"Not a word." I growl.
She shrugs. "I just find it fascinating that you should be pushed to tequila because he's sat with another girl." She smiles smugly.
"As if. I'm pushed to tequila to get through this bloody party with all the half-naked tramps. I feel like I might catch an STD just looking at them. I shouldn’t have expected anything less with Theo and co organising."
She laughs. "Okay. Let’s dance." She grabs my hand and tows me to the centre of the room.
The tequila quickly numbs my senses and lowers my inhibitions. I dance with Molly and forget about everyone else in the room, forget about Theo. I didn't want to come here, didn't want to see him, but there's that weak part of me that kind of did want to see him. There's a part of me that wants to own him body and soul, that loves that he still wants me after I slept with him. Fucked up I know, but that's exactly what I am... fucked up. The problem is that I will never possess him, because he's a player, just like me, and if he thinks anything like me then just the thought of being possessed will scare him shitless. By this point we've garnered the attention of the few males in the room, a normal occurrence when I've had a few shots and decide to start busting out the moves. I dance with Molly like I'm being paid for it. She grinds and shakes against me until Hugo appears with another bottle of tequila and a huge grin on his face. I take the bottle from him as he becomes Molly's willing substitute. I swear to god, Molly may be pregnant by the time they're done.
I take a few deep gulps of the burning liquid before I turn and dance with the first guy I come into contact with. I wrap my arms around his neck, still holding the bottle. He puts his hands on my hips as I snake my body up against his. I don't miss the hardening crotch of his jeans pressed against me. This is what I need, what I love, to own a man, to control him, to have power over him. He is a slave to my body right now and that gives me power, power is strength. I edge us back to the wall and push him up against it. He's attractive, with rich hazel eyes and dark copper hair that falls slightly over his forehead.
"What's your name he asks?" I watch him for a moment before I take a swig of the tequila. I'm definitely tipsy now, my head spinning, the comforting numbness allowing me to block out all thoughts or perspective and so I act in the moment, taking what I want right now. What I want is to use somebody, to control them. Like I said, fucked up, but this is my life, reduced to just these few minutes or hours when I’m not the used girl that I’ve spent most of my life being. It’s a means to an end, an emotional outlet if you like. I smile seductively, at least I think it’s seductive, it may just be a drunken squint, who knows. I then push him up against the wall so hard that I hear the breath whoosh out of him. Before he can recover I press my lips to his firmly. Teasing and nipping him. A tap on my shoulder makes me turn around. Molly and Hugo are stood there, Molly smirking, Hugo looking awed. "Your friend is seriously hot babe. I swear to god she looks like she just got disturbed from a kill." Hugo laughs.
"Fuck you." I spit. He only laughs harder.
"Um, we're going somewhere quieter." Molly cocks an eyebrow.
I nod and turn back to my 'kill'. He smiles sheepishly as I run my hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. I tilt my head and bite his neck before running my tongue over his throat. He smells good, although not as good as Theo, he lacks that undertone of pure man, ugh why am I thinking about Theo? His fingers wind into my hair and my hands travel under his shirt.
Suddenly a thick arm is wrapping around my waist and I'm hauled backwards against a broad chest.
"What the fuck?!" The guy I was just kissing shouts, looking over my shoulder with a scowl.
"Get the fuck out of here!" A deep voice growls from behind me. I spin around and am met with those fierce blue eyes spitting fire. His hands are firmly planted on my waist still.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I scream at him.
He leans forward so that his lips are near my ear. "Stopping you from doing something you'll regret." He snaps.