Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
She tries to buck me off by lifting her hips, and when that doesn’t work, her hands land tiny insignificant hits against my chest. She struggles, trying to use her legs as a weapon against my crotch, but I easily overpower her with my weight alone.
She’s a tiny little bug, and I’m a fucking giant.
Oh, how easy it would be to squish her right now.
“I hope you didn’t think we were done?” I whisper against the supple skin on her neck. I want to bite her there, feel her pulse thunder against my lips. As soon as she hears my voice, she stops flailing, and her limbs fall to her sides. For half a second, I wonder why? Is she relieved that it’s me, or is she simply petrified, realizing that it is me?
Was she expecting it to be someone else? The thought slams into me, a wave of carnal possession overtaking me. I want to roar from the rooftops that she is mine. Because she is, and she should know that by now. I’ve told and shown her plenty of times. This cat and mouse game we’re playing, it can only end one way. With her beneath me, giving in to my every command.
“Did you think you could hide, and I wouldn’t find you?” Part of me wants to shake her for being so stupid. “There is nowhere safe for you to hide, nowhere for you to go where I wouldn’t find you.” I lick my lips, and a strange desire pricks at my senses. It grips me by the throat. I’ve never wanted to experience something like this before.
I want to kiss her, just once, to see if she tastes as sweet as she looks. To see if she’s as sour on the inside as I know her to be. It’s a reckless thing to do. Stupid. Careless. If my father were here right now, he would be scolding me.
Never kiss them. Never show them emotion.
“I want to do something, but that means I have to remove my hand…” I whisper, my breath coming out in shallow pants now. “If you scream, I will hurt you… and right now that’s the last thing I want to do, but that doesn’t mean I won’t. Test me, make one little peep, and I’ll have you on your knees and my cock down your throat.”
She nods her head profusely as if to tell me that she’ll be quiet, and I smile against her skin. As I lift my hand off her mouth, I’m still expecting her to scream. If she were smart, she would. I’m feeling on edge tonight, walking the razor’s edge between right and wrong, and I’m not sure how far I’ll take things.
“What do you want?” Her groggy voice pierces through the heavy fog surrounding my head.
“You…I want to feel you. I want you to return the favor,” I grind my stiffened cock into her. Willing her to feel the need that she brings out in me. I don’t want to want her, but I do. I want her so badly it hurts. I crave her. I need her, but at the same time, I hate that it’s this way. It used to be simpler, but then she went and opened her mouth… she went and lied.
Now my obsession is fueled by something darker, something far worse than need.
“No. I told you, I don’t want you.” Using her hands, she tries to shove against my chest, but my body doesn’t even budge. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she continues, “Are you going to rape me? Like your brother raped my sister?” Her question catches me off guard, taking me out at the knees, and for one single second, I don’t have a response for her.
“You are just like him...aren’t you? You say he is innocent, but then you act like him. You’re both fucked up.”
Out of nothing more than pure reflex, my hand moves to her throat. Wrapping my fingers around the delicate column, I squeeze hard enough to cut off her words. She’s lost her chance to talk. Now, if she wants a say, she’ll have to fight for it.
“You’re wrong… so fucking wrong. I’m nothing like my brother...” I almost laugh but instead tighten my grip further until she is gasping for air. The sound she makes goes straight to my cock, and I know it’s wrong, so wrong, but it feels right. Her eyes bug out of her head, and her hands circle my wrists while her tiny nails dig into my skin, hard enough to draw blood.
Yes, hurt me, Willow.
Resting my cheek against hers, I loosen my grip, but only enough so she can suck in a labored breath. “See, I was always fucked up, the black sheep of the family. For as long as I can remember, there’s always been a darkness around me, but Brett… he was the good one. He was the best thing in my life, my rock, my best friend, and you took him away from me.”