Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
“That’s sick,” I whisper, turning my face away from his touch.
He shrugs, forcing my gaze back to him and leaning in to kiss my jaw. “So, if you want my dad to be your new daddy, you can’t do the thing that would break the family up. You can’t tell on me because then your mom will make you guys move out.” His lips move toward my neck. “I can do any-fucking-thing I want to you, Parker, and you’re not going to say a word. You’re my favorite toy, and no one’s going to stop me from playing with you.”
“I am not your toy.” I jerk my face away again, but this time when he grabs my jaw, it hurts enough to startle me.
“You’re whatever the fuck I tell you to be.”
I shake my head, my heart pounding as I look up at him. “This is not how this is going to work. You’re right, I do want to keep the family together, but…”
You don’t have to be part of it.
He doesn’t know that Hayden said he would kick Landon out if Landon couldn’t respect boundaries and tried to hurt me again.
I can’t bring myself to tell him, either.
I’ve known since we agreed to move in it was a card I could keep in my back pocket for emergencies, but this feels like an emergency, and I can’t bring myself to play it.
Even though I know Hayden would never turn his back on his son, that he would get him a place of his own to live in while he finished senior year, I can’t fathom it not hurting Landon to know his dad would even put that on the table.
Even if he deserves it, even if it’s his own damn fault…
I can’t bring myself to say it.
Swallowing to keep the magic words down, I push against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “Stop, Landon.”
He doesn’t stop. He nips at my jaw, and then his rough kisses travel dangerously close to my mouth.
“Stop it!” I turn my head, but he just follows the movement and keeps working his way along my jaw. “I don’t want you to kiss me. You’re drunk and you’re mean to me, and—”
He grabs my jaw, startling me as he pushes my head back against the wall so he has better access. “I don’t care,” he says distinctly, before attacking my neck with his rough mouth.
“Landon.” I struggle to get away, shoving at his chest again. I can’t move him, so I try to squeeze past him, but as soon as I gain a little ground, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me back. “Get off of me.” I shove him hard in the chest, but he just smirks like he finds my efforts amusing. “You need to spend less time in the gym and more time in a therapist’s office,” I snap.
“And you need to spend less time running your mouth and more time opening it.”
My eyes widen at the implication, then he pushes on my shoulders.
Is he crazy?
“I am not getting on my knees for you.”
“Oh, I bet you will.”
“Let go of my hair and get the fuck away from me, Landon. I’m serious. I’m done with this. I don’t want to play with you tonight.”
“Who’s playing?”
“We need to go back to the party. Your… Brittany is probably looking for you,” I snap, not knowing what else to call her.
“Anae said you made the guest list for tonight. Imagine my initial surprise.” He smirks at the annoyance etched across my face. “I don’t know if it was sweet of you to extend an invite to my latest toy, or if you thought her presence here would make you safer.” His lips tug up in a smirk that makes me want to smack him.
“Thought I was your toy?” I say sarcastically.
“You’re my favorite toy. The one I could break a hundred times and have to stitch back together so I could do it all over again. She’s a throwaway.”
Ugh, I hate him so much right now. “I was right. You are Satan.”
He cocks an eyebrow, and I give his chest a good hard shove to get him away from me.
He doesn’t budge, and he doesn’t let go of my hair as he pushes me down to my knees. I fight him, but he’s too strong, and he’s right—he’s not playing this time.
Fear shoots down my spine as I look up at him.
A dark smile tugs at his lips as he looks down at me. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long fucking time.”
Guess you’ll have to keep waiting, asshole.
He lets go of my hair to unzip his pants and take his cock out. I take advantage of the freedom to crawl away. I stumble on my way to my feet, but before I can stand, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me right back.