Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
She looked right at me, her pretty eyes focused on mine.
“I knew him for a long time,” she admitted.
“You’re only eighteen,” I reminded her, tugging on a long strand of hair. I loved that it was back to blonde, had hated the purple with a passion.
“Since I was a kid,” she whispered. “A baby, really. My parents were friends with him, and then he was a teacher at my school when I was older.”
“Bad memories?” She seemed tense when I talked about him.
She kept looking at me as she nodded. “He… he raped me. When I was a kid. He tried when I was older, too.”
I nearly jumped off the couch, and her words left my head pounding. I tried to understand what she was saying, at the same time convincing myself the guy was dead now, there was nothing I could do. But still, knowing all the shit this poor girl had been through drove me crazy. I wanted to help her. I wanted to make her whole again.
“And now he’s dead,” she said softly when I didn’t respond. “I guess that’s it, then.”
“He killed himself,” I repeated what we’d heard on TV, and she nodded.
“He had a family,” she whispered. “Last time I saw him. He had kids.”
“Would you like to get in touch?” I asked awkwardly, and she shook her head over and over again. “Did you ever press charges? Tell anyone?”
“I only told…” She swallowed, her pretty throat stretching. “I only told King.”
I wanted to tell her if she’d told me, I would’ve fucking done something about it, unlike her jackass of a boyfriend.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded tentatively, and I held my legs up, making her slide lower on my lap. She giggled with her mouth inches away from mine.
“I want to kiss you now, Sapphire Rose,” I told her roughly. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” she replied breathlessly. “I think that would be okay. I want you to…”
So I did.
She tasted like Coke again, sweet and young. It was so hot in the room suddenly, it felt like our kiss was melting me.
She left her hands in her lap, a demure, pretty little sight when I looked down.
“Are you scared of me?” I asked her softly, and she shook her head, her forehead on mine.
“No,” she said. “I’m not, I promise.”
“You’ve barely touched me,” I told her. “I thought… Sorry, I thought we fucking, I don’t know, had something. Earlier. Before you left him.”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I thought so too.”
My heart fucking pounded. I wanted to lift her off her feet and fuck her against the wall, because we both knew she’d love it.
“If you want to go, it’s fine,” I said instead, like a damn jackass. My voice was rough again. “I can help you out.”
“No.” She pulled away, gave me an annoyed look. “I thought it was okay if I stayed.”
“It is,” I growled. “But you’re driving me fucking crazy, Sapph.”
“Why?” Her voice was soft and she ground her pussy against my lap. I moaned for her, feeling my cock straining against my jeans.
“Don’t,” I warned her. “Don’t do that, pretty girl, or I’ll do something we’ll both regret.”
“Maybe you should,” she said into my ear, and my grip on her legs tightened. “Maybe you should at least try.”
“I don’t want to push you,” I said back, her lips leaving a fleeting kiss against mine.
So young, but she was such a fucking temptress. He’d taught her well, or maybe it had simply been inside her all along. And I wanted her. God, I fucking wanted her so bad. I needed her tight little body, needed her sweet cunt, needed her ass. I especially needed her mouth, breathing my name against mine as I made her come over and over again.
“Be a good girl for me,” I told her, and it was her turn to whimper. I’d have to remember what those two words did to my pretty girl.
She took her hair in one hand and raised it off the nape of her neck, fanning herself.
“It’s hot,” she complained. “Blow on me.”
I grinned and blew on her skin. Her hair was sticking to her collarbones, and I saw sweat beading in the hollow of her neck. She made me go fucking primal. It was all instinct when I was with her, raw, primal instinct telling me to make her fucking mine, fuck her raw until she was fucking pregnant.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the thought. I’d never had that before, never with Sapphire or any other girl. But now it was so fucking obvious what I wanted. I wanted to claim her, all of her. I wanted to fuck her full, and then keep trying until her belly swelled and her womb was full of me. I felt like a nasty pervert thinking about it like that.