Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“You haven’t come close to seeing that side of me.”
Without so much as batting an eyelid, did he just admit to being a psychopath?
“Is that supposed to make me feel better? It doesn’t. I’m not getting in your goddamn car, Judas. I’ll ride with Audrey. My parents don’t want me around you anyways.”
Without warning, he took hold of my wrist and dragged me over to his Mercedes.
Violating my personal space, he shoved me up against the driver door and grabbed hold of my legs, forcing them around his waist. The skirt of my uniform flipped up, revealing my entire ass and thong. His cock pressed against my apex, hard and throbbing.
“What the hell are you doing!”
He stared down at me for a minute before looking either direction of the empty road. “Your dad takes this route to and from your house, right?”
“Put me down,” I snapped. I wriggled my body, which was the wrong thing to do. He ran his hands from my thighs to my ass, grabbing a handful of each globe, pressing his hips against mine.
“I’ll put you down, and then you’re going to get in the car. Otherwise I’m bending you over my hood and burying my dick inside your pussy.”
“You’re not…you can’t be serious.”
“Try me,” he taunted, bringing his lips to my neck. “Imagine how your dad would feel, seeing his precious baby girl getting fucked on the side of the road, hearing her scream my name.” He nipped my ear, then slightly leaned back. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and do as your told? Or do you want me to handle the ache between your thighs? The one that’s saturating my dick.”
“Get off,” I ground out.
He lowered me to the ground with a rage inducing grin. I tugged my skirt over my ass and rounded to the other side of his car.
We didn’t speak the entire drive to the school. The morning was a precursor to how the rest of my day would go.
Apparently, news had spread that Judas and I were officially an item. Showing up with him further cemented this belief.
Walking into the school was like walking into a pride of pissed off lions. The pettiness jumped out of these girls in full force.
The words fat and ass were thrown around quite liberally, one of the worst insults ever. I wasn’t fat, not even a little. My ass, however? That couldn’t be helped.
Lewd remarks and dirty looks kept coming, all things that I’d never had to handle before, should have been no problem to handle, but were now grating on my nerves and defenses.
The last straw was the food court when some giant ass jock thought it would be cute to shoulder check me. He knocked into me so hard I lost balance, gritting my teeth to lock down a yelp. My knees hit the marble, sending another lick of pain through my legs.
“You’re an asshole, Erin,” I heard some sensible voice reprimand from the crowd of students watching us.
Most agreed, more than the number that didn’t. Erin stared down at me with a humorous grin on his face. “Damn, new girl, trading your crown for blow jobs already?”
My crown? I had no idea what that meant. I began to get up, and he attempted to stop me.
“No, no. Stay there. Why move when you’re in perfect position?”
One of the volleyball chicks laughed a little louder than anyone else, seeking extra attention. I decided right then that if murder were legal, I’d kill her first. Erin shook his head at me and turned to walk away, stepping right into the palm coming at the side of his face. A loud smack was accompanied by the usual oh’s and ah’s. Audrey’s voice rose above the noise, and a teacher suddenly appeared.
He took in the situation and immediately got between them, Audrey still cussing Erin out. Brianna made to help me, but I didn’t want her assistance. I picked my own damn self up and walked away, dusting off the imaginary crown I supposedly had.
I was insane to think math would be any better, but at least most of the students in were chill and laid back. Gabby Dawson was in here, the pretty redhead I’d seen Judas talking to my first day after English. So was her twin brother Gabe, the pretty boy from their boat.
There was a test coming up that Friday on the first segment in the textbook, and we were given free rein to study in the class or the library. Most opted for the library, so I stayed in the classroom to try and actually study.
So did Kelly.
Yay me.
“You know he’ll never be fully yours,” she snipped five minutes in.
I shut my eyes and released a silent sigh. “Maybe not, but we both know he’ll never be yours either.”