Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
But that’s just the thing. I’m not a stranger. And although she doesn’t understand it yet, she feels what I feel when we’re together.
Homecoming.
Which is a shame for her, because although I know her, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easy on her. Quite the contrary.
I need to punish her.
You need her. Just her. Nothing else.
Ignoring my mind’s voice, I look at my prey. She’s the reason I am the way I am.
It’s all her fault.
And she’s going to pay.
I should know better by now. I’ve dealt with bad people in my life before. I know the look Twitch wears, and although I don’t know where this is going, I know one thing…
This will end badly for me.
But it seems I’m a glutton for punishment, because I won’t stop what’s happening here.
My mind wanders.
If I ask him to stop now, would he?
The need to test the waters is too strong for me to stop myself. “Stop, Twitch. Please, stop.”
His hand stills on my ass. His face contorts in anger, eyes narrowing to slits. “I swear to you, Lexi…” He trails off, and I know I’ve made a huge mistake. I’m going to be punished for this.
When his lips twitch, I know he’s caught on, and all I can think is I’m screwed. He sounds amused when he says, “Oh Lexi. What are you doin’, babe? You think I was joking when I said I wouldn’t stop? You testing me, baby?”
Honesty. Be honest.
Sometimes I wish I had a rewind button for my mouth. I try to fix what I’m doing a really good job at wrecking. “I’m sorry. I just needed to know for sure.”
When he runs his hand up and down my back, I start to relax. I can’t get a read on this guy. He goes from cold to hot, then down to warm in seconds. He’s completely unpredictable. And that makes me uneasy.
Still fully clothed with his erection out, he continues to rub my back as he explains, “I told you you’re not being tested, Alexa.” Leaning forward, he whispers into my ear, “All you need to do for this to go well…is give in.”
That sounds easy enough. In theory. Right?
No. Not right. Not in the slightest.
When you come from a home like I did and get out of said home, you hold onto your freewill with both hands. Because sometimes, it’s all you got. And there is security in knowing you have a choice. So even though I get Twitch and his need to dominate, I don’t know if giving in is something I can do so easily. Giving in to a person I trust though…
You trust him. You don’t know why…but you do.
A sudden rush of humiliation slides down my body. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Quiet as a mouse, I avoid his eyes and beg, “Don’t hurt me, Twitch. Please don’t hurt me.”
The hand rubbing my back stops, thus ending the small amount of comfort I’d been feeling. His husky voice demands, “Undress me, girl.”
My heart thumps out of my chest.
This is really happening. I’m really going to let him do things to me. Bad things.
I seal my fate when I grip the bottom of his tee tightly and gently lift it over his head. It drops to the floor with a dull whoosh, and I move my thumbs into the sides of his jeans. Lifting my eyes, I look directly into his.
He doesn’t give anything away. His face remains devoid. Expressionless.
Slowly pulling down his pants, they get stuck around his ankles. Damn. I forgot his shoes. Hoping I haven’t fucked up for the thirty-eighth time tonight, I look up at him wide-eyed. But he silently lets me know it’s okay when he shoots me a small smile. Kneeling by his feet, I undo his laces and remove his shoes and socks before working his jeans all the way off.
Well.
That was awkward.
For me.
He extends a hand to me; I take his offering and he helps me stand. Then he does something I don’t expect. He pulls me forward, takes my arms, and wraps them around his waist. His arms circle my body. And there we stand, naked, in a firm and intense hug. I want to listen to his heartbeat. I need proof that he has one. A heart, that is. Turning my head to the side, I rest the side of my forehead on his chest, close my eyes, and sigh deep, squeezing his waist.
Just as I begin to feel I was worrying about nothing, his arms squeeze me tight. Really tight. Too damn tight. I’m constricted and feeling bound, so I tense. He says softly, “Don’t fight me. I can make this good for both of us.”
I silently agree, but my body has other plans. I begin to struggle in his arms and he chuckles. “Or fight. Whatever. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I need to, Alexa. It’s your choice.”