Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I need to get out of here otherwise this is going to go somewhere I’ll never be able to come back from.
Josh presses his lips to my neck and I do my best to turn my face as far away from him as possible. He reaches for my jeans and starts fiddling with the button and I realize this is it. I have to make my move.
I swallow back disgust as I reach down between us and grip his dick in my fist. He lets out an appreciative groan. “Hey, Josh?” I whisper into the darkened room as I ignore the tears on my cheeks. My hand slowly travels up the length of his dick before tightening at the base. “Remember when I told you I’ll destroy you if you were to touch me?”
At that, his body stiffens and he pulls back slightly to look down at me, realizing I’m threatening to destroy him while his dick is in my hand. His whole body freezes as he watches me with fear, but I don’t dare hesitate.
I use his dick to pull me off the wall before I let go and ram my knee up between his legs as hard as possible. He groans and doubles over as he clutches himself. He falls to the ground of the dirty broom closet and I take my opportunity to kick him as hard as possible in the ribs. “I told you I’d fucking destroy you,” I yell down at him as I turn and hastily try to unlock the door.
As I scramble to get out, he calls after me. “You’re going to fucking pay for that.”
I slam the door behind me, not daring to look back. The tears come streaming down my face, fast and heavy, and I know I must look like a mess but I don’t care. I just need to get away from him. I need to feel safe. I need Nate.
A million things rush through my mind but I don’t make sense of any of them. I just keep running.
I slam into a hard body and it’s then I realize I’ve come straight into the cafeteria. Nate grips my shoulders and is yelling something at me but I don’t hear him, all I can hear is the sound of my pulse rapid in my ears.
He shakes me and I try to focus on him. I look at the sharp lines of his jaw, his dark hair, his smoldering eyes. I take a breath and calm myself. “Tora? What happened?”
I swallow back and wipe the tears on the back of my arm, but they come straight back. Only then do I realize that every eye in the room is on me. Jesse, Max, Tyson, and Parker all hover around me forming some kind of protective barrier around us while Brooke runs from the opposite side of the cafeteria trying to get to me.
“Tora,” Nate demands. I turn back to him and realize he has been saying something again. “What happened? Why’s your shirt torn?”
The tears continue spilling and I try to focus everything him. “Tora,” he demands again.
“Josh,” I whisper. “He pulled me into the broom closet. He wouldn’t stop.”
Jesse curses as the boys start fidgeting on their feet, desperate to do something about it. Brooke gasps but all I can focus on is Nate. His eyes go dark as his jaw clenches. He starts looking me over from head to toe before he pulls me in hard against his chest. “Are you hurt?” he murmurs as he rubs his hand over the back of my head and down my back.
“I… I don’t know,” I admit as I smother my face into his chest. “He slammed me against the wall a few times. And he… he.”
“It’s ok,” he soothes as he continues rubbing his hand down my back. “You don’t need to tell me.” He pushes me back before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Wait here with Brooke.”
“No,” I call out and fist my hands into his shirt. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I have to make this right,” he says with fire in his eyes. “He touched you.”
“Please,” I beg. “Just stay here.”
“She’s right, man,” Jesse says. “What are you going to do? You’ve already got too many strikes against your name. If you start another fight, you’re out of here.”
“Like I give a shit about that,” he roars. “He touched Tora. He’s going to fucking pay.”
“I know,” Jesse yells back at him. “Believe me, I want to hand that guy his ass just as much as you do, but we have to be smart about this. Think it through.”
“Sorry, man,” he says, taking my hands from his shirt and stepping away. “That fucker is dead. Nobody touches my girl and gets away with it.” With that, he turns and stalks out of the cafeteria.