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)
She still tries to fight, even as her legs open. She tries to bite, even when her tongue takes tentative strokes from mine.
Then she’s mumbling something against me.
Some curse words. Some choice words.
But I take them all.
I’d take anything as long as she’s by my fucking side.
“I…hate…you…” she mumbles between pants and sniffles.
I smile.
I fucking smile, because all this time, I thought she was fighting to tell me the safe word.
The one word that I gave her to get rid of me once and for all.
I reach a hand between us underneath her oversized shirt and jam my fingers against her panties. I groan low in my throat when her wetness soaks my skin.
“Hate me for fucking eternity as long as your cunt wants me.”
I can feel her glare in the darkness, stabbing me in the chest. “It’s only a physical reaction. It means nothing.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
“I told you we’re over.”
“I never agreed to that.”
“Just leave me the fuck alone!”
“No,” I whisper against her throat as I dart my tongue out and lick all the way from her jaw to her earlobe.
She shudders, her legs clenching, and I do it again until I can feel her melting beneath me.
Her fight is still there, I’ll give her that, but I don’t stop as I pry her thighs open and rub her clit over her panties.
“This cunt is mine, baby. You’re all mine. Just because I gave you space doesn’t mean we’re over.”
She whimpers when I lick her lips, then jam my tongue in her wet mouth.
I kiss her more savagely, more hungrily. I kiss her for all the times I haven’t kissed her in fucking weeks. My tongue ravishes hers, bruising it, luring it, until she kisses me back. Until her strokes meet mine and her arousal floods my hand.
Her pulse heightens beneath my fingers, turning erratic and out of fucking control.
Just like my own.
Only one woman would extract this reaction out of me and it’s her.
My Naomi.
The front door opens and we both freeze.
“Nao-chan, are you still awake? I brought Chinese.”
Naomi’s eyes widen as I pull my head back, then she mouths, “Go!”
My lips twist in a snarl, but I don’t make a move to leave.
“Nao-chan?” Her mother’s voice gets nearer.
Naomi digs her fingers into my side, eyes asking, imploring. “Go…”
I lift myself off of her in one swift movement, but not before stealing one last kiss from her swollen lips. “This isn’t over, baby.”
36
Naomi
I couldn’t sleep that night.
All I could think about was, what the hell happened and how did I let it?
I still can’t forgive Sebastian for what he’s done. I still don’t want him back.
So why the fuck did my body react in that shameful way?
Maybe it’s because the physical and emotional are separated after all.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been sexually frustrated for weeks and I took it out on Akira in the toxic letters we’ve been exchanging.
At any rate, none of what happened last night should’ve happened.
If my mom hadn’t come in, just how far would I have let him go?
I need to detox from his influence one way or another.
Either that or the bubbling frustration will get the better of me. That and Mom’s cancer are too much to handle.
Maybe that’s why I cracked and accepted Lucy back, on probation, as I told her. We’re both outcasts anyway, and she basically committed social suicide by going against Brianna. Even Prescott doesn’t look in her direction anymore. Reina and I have somehow grown close, too.
I know. Crazy.
So now, the three of us are kind of friends, or colleagues or whatever, but we’re not close enough that I’d tell them the whole thing about Mom.
She’s keeping it a secret from the board until the last minute and asked me not to say anything in exchange for going on a trip together.
Besides, I don’t fully trust Reina and Lucy. It’ll take time with those two.
I never would’ve thought that Reina and I could become close, but here we are. I guess it’s all because of her memory loss. It’s like the cruel, vindictive Reina has gone and a completely different, honest girl, came in on her behalf.
One who cares and tells Brianna off. One who hates her past actions whenever she’s reminded of them.
The fact that her fiancée, Asher, is back, might have something to do with it.
The same Asher who’s one of Sebastian’s closest friends.
My monster has been bugging me any chance he gets, cornering me and blocking my exits. He sends me texts and talks about himself and me. He still believes there’s an us even though I repeated for the thousandth time that we’re over.
Stop thinking about him, Naomi.
I repeat that in my head over and over again, and yet, I find myself in the forest at dusk.
At the rock, to be more specific.