Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
When he parted my legs with his, placing his hard cock right on top of my heat. I shuddered. His hand skimmed down from my neck to the side of my breast, leaving a trail of disgust in its wake. He groaned, loud and hard from deep within his chest, taking my trembling for something that it wasn’t. I shut my eyes tight, desperately trying to block out the memories of my stepdad.
His touch.
His scent.
His sounds.
I placed my hands on his chest, but again didn’t stop him. Thinking that maybe if I felt him, I would realize it wasn’t my stepdad, I was with him. The man I was supposed to be interested in, the one I should want to do these things with. Intimacy had always been hard for me. It was why I never dated.
I couldn’t.
Pulling down the front of my leotard, he kneaded my breast. I went with it, even though my mind was screaming for him to stop. Yelling for him to get the fuck off of me.
“Jesus, Lexi, you feel fucking amazing,” he rasped near my ear, making my stomach recoil. Fighting the bile that began to rise up the back of my throat.
I let him think this was going to happen.
I let him touch me like he never had before.
I let him feel like I was his.
When in reality, I was suffocating to shove him off me. Another little piece of me dying inside. It seemed like the more time went on, the longer I let him have his way with me not, saying a damn thing about it.
I tried.
He became more aggressive, more demanding, more consuming. Grinding his hard cock up against me. When his hand moved toward my pussy, and his mouth retreated toward my nipple, I couldn’t do it anymore.
It was too much.
Memories flooded my mind, one right after the other. Playing like an old movie projector above me. I couldn’t stop them from appearing, one scene and then the next. They were ruthless and unforgiving.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, leaning my face away from his. Forcefully shoving him off of me to stand. I couldn’t get away from him fast enough.
He stumbled back, catching himself on the coffee table.
“I’m sorry, Nikolai. I’m really sorry, but I can’t do this.” I lifted my leotard back up, tucking my breasts safely behind the slim cotton material.
He glared up at me, his chest heaving, his nostrils flaring. “Do you want to fuck him? Is that what this is about? Or are you already fucking him? Because, you sure as hell don’t want to fuck me,” he viscously spewed.
“What are you talking about? Who… what…” I asked, shocked. Not being able to connect my thoughts.
“I see the way he looks at you. I see the way you look at him, too. You don’t hide it very well.”
I shook my head, confused. “Who the hell are you talking about?”
“Your dance partner. The goddamn pussy who touches you like you’re his.” He paced back and forth in front of me, roughly pulling at his hair.
“Are you for real? We’re acting. We perform together, it’s part of our job.”
“You’re MINE!” he roared, the veins pulsating in his neck. Making me cower away from him.
“You think I’m a fucking idiot, don’t you? After everything I’ve done for you. Waiting around like a lost fucking puppy. You’re nothing but a fucking cock tease, Lexi.”
“I’m no one’s, especially not yours. Now get the fuck out of my apartment!” I screamed, pointing toward the door. Tears began to surface, and my body began to shake. My adrenaline kicked in to high gear.
“Oh no, baby doll. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.” He lunged at me, catching me completely off guard. Pushing me up against the adjacent wall, my back and head hit with a hard thud as he caged me in with his arms. My vision instantly clouded, seeing nothing but spots.
For a split second, I thought this was a joke. God couldn’t be this cruel. He would never make me go through this again. My heart immediately dropped, and I instinctively screamed, trying to fight him off. Pounding my fists against his hard chest. He chuckled against my face, pressing his body and cock closer to mine.
“Fucking scream. You’re just making me harder.”
“Somebody help me! Somebody fucking help me!” I shouted bloody murder, putting up more of a struggle.
“The walls are fucking soundproof, Lexi,” he rasped in a menacing tone that made my body shudder.
“What?” I scoffed, pathetically thrashing around my entire body, trying to push him off and away from me.
He held me closer. Close enough to where I could knee him in the balls. My leg came up in between his, and connected with his dick. He hunched over and I thought I could run, but it backfired on me. He was able to enclose me even more.