Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Just as I reach the door Jackson slams his palm against it, trapping me. He presses his erection against my ass and my soul nearly leaves my body. “Get off.”
“Jackson, I can hear you in there. I’m not going away until you open up,” Teagan screeches. The door handle jiggles from her obvious attempts to open the door.
God, I hate that bitch.
He drops his head until his lips are against my ear and he grinds his hardness against me. “You can run but you won’t ever be able to get away from me. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m not going to let you go baby doll. No matter how far you go, I’ll find you.”
I tremble. “Why to torment me?”
“No, to keep you.”
4
JACKSON
Zora whirls around so quickly, I don’t see her raised hand before it soundly connects with my cheek.
“You think you can just do anything you want don’t you? You bully me for the past four years and now you believe you can keep doing it? I don’t know what game you’re playing and why you decided what you did to me tonight was a good idea. But let me make one thing clear. This will never happen again. I hate your guts and I hope after tonight I never see you again.”
The vitriol in her words rock me to my foundation. I haven’t exactly been an angel where Zora Knight is concerned but hate is such a strong word. Especially when I’ve spent the better part of my high school years lusting after her. Wanting her.
Needing her.
She has no idea how many nights I’ve lain awake stroking my cock as I fantasize about her body beneath mine.
From the first moment I laid eyes on her at freshman orientation, I was fascinated. Zora isn’t what society deems as a typical beauty, but she caught my attention right away. She was wearing a bright yellow sundress, and a red bow pinned to the side of her giant afro. It was one of the most glorious heads of hair I’d ever seen.
I thought she had the prettiest skin, blemish free, dark brown silk. Huge brown eyes in a heart-shaped face. Her lips were big like the starlets who pumped theirs mouths with toxic fillers to ridiculous proportions but on Zora they were natural and inviting. They looked so soft and pillowy; I stared at her throughout the entire program.
After sitting through an impossibly long lecture, the upcoming freshman class was split up into groups to tour the high school. I was luckily in Zora’s group. I made an effort to get as close to her as possible. At 14 I was already 6 foot so I towered over her. She was curvy, chubby even, but I liked her curves. I thought she was super cute.
And then she smiled at me, showing off the deepest dimples. I was in total awe and in that moment, I knew she would be mine.
She was the brightest star in the universe.
As we got older, her ass got rounder and her breasts bigger. All I could think about exploring every inch of her. And my obsession for her grew. When I wasn’t consumed with school work and swim meets, I plotted ways to see her, talk to her, be with her.
But things didn’t go quite as planned. Too many factors got in the way. Too many people interfered. These things caused something dark to fester within me where this woman was concerned. Something that drove me to do things I’m ashamed of but will never admit out loud.
I know what I’ve done to her. But looking back, would I do them again?
I absolutely would.
That something dark rears its head as I stared down into her angry face. I want to slam her against the door and fuck the shit out of her, but she’s not quite ready. But when she is, I’ll be there.
A smile curves my lips. “You can hope all you like Zora, but we will see each other again. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I hate you.” She glared at me with her eyes shining with the suspicious sheen of unshed tears.
Part of me wanted to comfort her but I can’t. There’s so much I need to explain to her but I’m not able to. At least not yet.
Now that I’ve had a taste of her, it will have to tide me over until I can.
“Hate me if you’d like, but there’ll come a time when I collect what’s mine. Now go while you still have a chance.”
She raises her hand like she intends to hit me again, but she doesn’t. “Fuck you,” she hurls at me.
Zora fumbles with the lock with and finally gets the door open.
A red-faced Teagan is on the other side of the door.
“What the hell are you doing in Jackson’s room?” The blonde demands.