Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
“But what if I want sex?” She kept her gaze on her hands.
The Fox touched her chin, tilting her face back, so she had to look up at him.
“You know you get anything you want.”
Brody cleared his throat. “Was it that we went too fast? Were we too pushy?”
She didn’t think anyone could ever accuse Brody of being too pushy.
“No, it wasn’t that. When I said I wasn’t really experienced . . . I didn’t mean about being with more than one person at a time. I meant with being with anyone. At all.”
She waited for them to say something. But silence filled the room, making her fidget on the Fox’s lap. He grunted and she winced, realizing she was pressing herself up against his hard dick.
Whoops.
“Sorry,” she told him. “So, I really know how to break up a good sex party, don’t I?”
“Sex party?” the Fox asked. “Is that what this was?”
“Uh, well, it’s not like I have much experience with sex parties. Brad and I didn’t have sex. He said he wanted to wait until we were married.”
“But other boyfriends?” Brody whispered.
“I never really had any. I wasn’t allowed to date in high school. And then, at college, I didn’t know how to interact with guys. I kissed a few but things never went further. I met Brad soon after college, and I was with him until I was . . . until I was kidnapped. So, my only experience is what happened with the senator. I don’t even know if I’m a virgin anymore after he . . . he touched me.”
“What he did to you . . . it wasn’t about pleasure. It wasn’t sex. It wasn’t consensual,” Brody told her fiercely, jumping to his feet and standing next to the bed. “You’re still a virgin.”
“There’s something else . . . I have problems when I try to come. I touch myself, use my toys, but then his voice comes into my head, taunting me, making me feel so horrible, and it blocks me before I can come,” she said so quietly she barely heard herself.
It took her a moment to realize how still the Fox had grown beneath her.
“That motherfucking bastard,” the Fox swore. “Brody, take her.”
Suddenly, she found herself thrust into Brody’s arms. The Fox climbed off the bed and started pacing. He was muttering to himself, looking so enraged that it took her a moment to realize that poor Brody was left holding her.
“Uh, you can set me down.” She tried to wriggle in his arms.
The Fox turned, pointing at her. “Stay still. He’s holding you.”
What was going on with him? She didn’t think she’d ever seen him like this before.
“But I’m too heavy for him.”
Shoot. Why did she say that?
He strode toward her, glaring down at where Brody was holding her. “You are not too heavy.” He moved away, running his fingers through his dark hair. “I didn’t know that you were . . . that you couldn’t . . . I bought you fucking sex toys because I thought you liked them when I saw you buy them for yourself!”
Uh-oh.
She jumped as the Fox turned and punched the wall.
He drew his hand back. A hand that was now dripping blood on the carpet. He looked at the hole in the wall. Then at them.
His eyes looked so dark they were black. His face had been bleached of emotion. And she knew that they had to somehow bring him back. That he was spiraling.
“Brody, let me down.”
“Do not, Brody.”
“I need to touch him, Brody. We’re losing him.”
The Fox took a step back, pointing at Brody. “Do not let her down. Neither of you are to touch me right now, understand?”
Turning, he headed to the door.
“Brody, damn it. When did you get so strong? Let me down.”
“No,” Brody replied. He sat, holding her on his lap.
“Have you been working out? Or am I just that weak?”
He just stared down at her.
Seemed she was just that weak. Good to know.
“I need to start lifting weights or something,” she grumbled.
He cupped the side of her face. “You never told me any of this.”
“I felt ashamed. Not over the virginity part. If I still am.”
“You’re a virgin. It’s not about a piece of skin that might not have still been there anyway.”
Had she ever seen Brody this fierce? She wasn’t sure that she had.
“And you don’t ever have to feel ashamed.”
“He made me . . . I felt things I shouldn’t have. I get turned on. I want to touch myself. To have you touch me. I bought toys. But there’s this block in my head. When I get close . . . I hear him laughing at me, taunting me. And I feel like such a failure.”
“Oh, baby. I wish you’d told me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t. Don’t be. That fucker should be grateful that he’s dead. Or I’d make his life fucking miserable.”