Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Sebastian’s grades are so promising. His are even better than Brian’s when he was in school.”
“Football? Oh, that’s just a hobby he’ll quit once he’s out in the world. Sebastian…tell them how you got an A by just contradicting your professor.”
A story Grandma likes to retell over and over because, in her mind, it’s signed and sealed that I have the political genes that make a Weaver out of me.
So while everyone expects me to like parties, I loathe them.
The only reason I show up is to make an appearance before I disappear into a corner where no one can find me. Then my dark, twisted thoughts attack me and I usually force myself to participate in the mindless fun.
Not tonight, though.
Tonight, my blood is boiling and my fists are clenched around my phone as I search the crowd.
For her.
My toy.
I planned to make her run for it today. It’s been a week since I last chased her, even though she’s dropped hints in each of our conversations. She was asking me without words why I haven’t grabbed her and held her down.
Why I haven’t unleashed the beast on the prey.
She’s a masochist, my Naomi. Only a few days without our twisted game and she came out of her shell to implore about it.
I brushed off her subtle advances and pretended to be clueless, when, in fact, I’ve been plotting for tonight.
It’s not fun when the prey knows she’s going to be chased. Since I sensed that she started to expect it, I had to change gears.
I kept her on her toes all week long, barely touching her beyond a kiss or a dirty fingering as she watched her true crime shows while her mom was in the kitchen.
I didn’t always let her finish either.
She called me names and cursed me in both English and Japanese while I merely smirked.
I loved having her on the edge and seeing her flinch every time I got near. I loved her gasps when my fingers plunged inside her and the sound of her muffled moans as she tried her hardest not to orgasm.
But what I loved the most is the anticipation that’s been building inside her to the point of overflowing.
It took so much edging to reach that level of torture. I was even tormented in the process, giving myself blue balls. I resorted to masturbating violently, imagining Naomi’s cunt strangling me as I held her down. I fantasized about fisting her dark strands around my fingers, sucking on her dusty pink nipples, and clamping my hands on her hips as I fucked her against the ground.
I masturbated to the image of her sprawled out, fighting me as I ravished her tits until she sobbed and her cunt wept for me.
Or the image of her wide, dark eyes as she stared at me while gasping for her orgasm.
Or the image of her clawing and squirming beneath me as her cunt strangled my dick.
But that could only last for so long.
Tonight was supposed to belong to the beast and the toy. But I didn’t count on her coming to Owen’s party. Not when she’s adamant about destroying every form of her social life.
It wasn’t until I saw the selfie Lucy posted on social media that I nearly lost it.
I almost lose it again when I spot her in the crowd.
Naomi is wearing a red dress with a completely bare back. The material in the front hardly covers her tits and is bound at her stomach with a golden ring that reveals her belly button.
She looks hot and fucking sinful and I want to rip that dress off her and fuck her with it bunched in her mouth.
But those aren’t the only thoughts running rampant in my head. My gaze is zeroed in on every bastard who looks in her direction or licks their lips as they pass her by.
I inhale a deep breath.
I’m not the type who lets their emotions get the better of them, not since I was trained to be cool-headed and never show my intentions in public.
Being an open book is a sure way to become a target. And I was only ever meant to be a predator.
So why the fuck am I fantasizing about pounding every last fucker to the ground?
Owen, Josh, Prescott, and a few others from the football team and the cheering squad surround her like sharks in infested water.
There’s Lucy and Reina as well, but I’m blind to them. All I can see are dicks that need to be cut off for looking at my girl while she’s dressed like that.
My girl.
I pause at that thought.
Since when did Naomi become my girl?
All this time, all I’ve ever thought about was the game we played and the jackpot I hit for finding someone compatible with my darkest side. I never considered it anything beyond that.