Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
I hate that she is ignoring me.
I hate that my dick is getting hard just from looking at her.
I hate everything about Aspen Mather.
“Yeah, let’s go. We have better things to do.” Ren nods and walks past me. I fall in step with him, leaving Aspen behind to gather her things.
Wanting her gone from my mind, I walk faster in hopes that distance between us will also distance my thoughts, but like a cancer, the image of her kneeling in front of me is only growing.
“Fuck!” I call out more to myself than anyone else.
“What?” Ren asks, totally clueless about the battle going on in my head.
“Nothing,” I snap. “I’m skipping this class. Have something else I have to take care of.”
“Okay,” Ren says, drawing out the a.
Spinning around, I walk back the way I came from and take the elevator down to the dorms. The door slides open with a bing, and I make my way down the corridor, opposite to where I usually go.
The word rat is still painted on her door. It doesn’t look like anyone ever tried to clean it off. Raising my hand, I rap my knuckles against the door, glad that it doesn’t have a peephole since I’m certain she wouldn’t open if she knew I was on the other side.
As soon as I see the doorknob turn, I push the door open and shove my way into the room.
“What the hell—” Aspen yells, stumbling back.
Smirking, I step inside and close the door behind me, shutting us in together in the small space that is her room. I can already breathe a little easier, my mind slowly winding down as I take in her trembling body in front of me.
Now, I have her full attention, and here, I’m in control.
“What do you want?” she asks, squaring up her shoulders like she isn’t scared, but the slight shaking of her voice gives her away. She is afraid all right, and she probably should be.
“Just coming to check on you.” I shrug. “You seemed upset in the hallway.”
“Fuck you. What do you really want?”
She wants the truth? Fine. “I really want to choke you out again, so I can do with your body whatever I want to without you fighting or talking.”
Her breath hitches, and all the blood drains from her face. Slowly, she starts backing away from me until her legs hit the edge of her bed, and she is forced to stop.
“There is seriously something wrong with you.”
“Probably, yeah.” I take a step toward her. “You don’t seem too fond of that idea… so maybe I could be satisfied with something else.”
“Like what?”
I haven’t actually thought that far yet, so it takes me a moment to come up with something. What would satisfy me? I want to control her, I want her to submit to me, but I know she won’t just give it up to me no matter how scared she is.
I have to start small, give a little—so I can take a lot.
“I want you to let me touch you.”
“No.” She shakes her head before I even finish speaking. “I’m not having sex with you.”
“Who said anything about sex? Get your mind out of the gutter, Aspen.”
“Whatever it is you want, the answer is no.”
“Take your shirt off and go lie on your bed.”
Wrapping her arms around herself like that could protect her from me, she shakes her head furiously.
“Do it yourself, or I’ll do it for you.” I let the threat hang in the air while I look around. Her dorm room is smaller than my closet, and the walls look like this place should be condemned. Ignoring the condition of her living space, I walk into the attached bathroom.
There is a shower in the corner, a toilet, and a sink with a small shelf over it. Fuck, this place is more dreadful than a prison cell.
“When I get back in that room, you better be on the bed with your shirt off,” I yell over my shoulder as I sift through the toiletries on the shelf. When I find what I’m looking for, I grab the small bottle and waltz back into her room.
A triumphant smile tugs on my lips, seeing her sprawled out on the mattress in only her leggings and bra. She is flat on her stomach, her arms lying next to her body, and her face turned away from me.
I’m surprised by her position since turning her back to me makes her more vulnerable, but I’m not complaining.
Slipping out of my boots, I leave them sitting next to the door and get on the bed with her. The mattress gives way with a screeching sound as I move over her and straddle her thighs. When I settle on top of her, the metal springs dig into my knees, and I try to shift, rubbing my crotch against her ass in the process. Her entire body is stiff, her hands balled up in tiny fists next to her.