Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
There’s a simmering violence in his stance, but I know the man wouldn’t really hurt me. The others around us, however, probably don’t have a clue.
As quick as I was to imagine someone stepping in to help me, no one comes forward. Donavan looks like a true psycho, simmering with rage.
“You’re going to get—”
The cordial guy I danced with only moments ago steps closer, and I clock him from the corner of my eye, but so does Donavan.
“Hey, do you need—”
Donavan shoves at his chest with one hand, never breaking eye contact with me. The guy stumbles back but seems undeterred as he steps forward again.
“It’s fine,” I tell the guy.
He doesn’t deserve to get his ass kicked over some misplaced chivalry.
Instead of speaking or insisting I leave and go back to my dorm, Donavan steps in close again, his hand tangled in my hair, burning my scalp in that way that makes me a little wild and crazy.
It’s the first time I’ve felt that thrill at a campus party without the aid of alcohol or drugs.
My eyes threaten to drift closed when he presses fully against me. He’s doing nothing but standing still, his hand is on my ass, urging me to roll my hips. I don’t have to move to feel his arousal pressing against his jeans.
“Miss me, baby?”
I could fucking cry with the ease this man has at controlling not only my body but also every thought in my head.
I can’t get lost in him. Doing so would be dangerous. I need him gone. I’m certain I’ve gotten the only thing worth keeping.
The threat of tears once again burns my eyes as I try to shove him away from me. I don’t want to make too big of a scene. Although there’s more movement around us now, I can still feel many pairs of eyes on us.
He holds me tighter, his hand gripping the back of my leg until I lift it, hiking it over his hips. It’s damn near lewd the way he’s holding me to him.
Despite wanting to leave, his nearness affects me in the most primal ways. He once commented on my body’s readiness, and this time is no different.
I dressed for trouble tonight, knowing deep inside that I couldn’t keep up this good-girl bullshit. My sweater is thick and warm but the skirt I’m wearing leaves my legs bare except for the dark tights I have on under it.
The way his mouth hangs open an inch or so tells me I’m not able to hide my desire from him.
“I’ll fuck you right here,” he growls when my fingers curl into his shirt.
Fuck if I don’t believe every word.
“Dance,” he growls, and I do.
I use his body like a pole in a club, rolling my hips and grinding against him. He must get lost in it too because eventually he begins to move, if only a little, to the music.
No one else matters. There isn’t a person here more important right now than this man, and even as tattered as I know he’s going to leave me, the road getting there is always paved with the most fun I’ve ever had.
I know he’s eventually going to lead me out of this house, and when that happens, I know there’s a good chance he’s going to fuck me.
I also know there’s a chance it would be the last time I see him. If it isn’t, then the next time he’ll discover my secret. Coming back to college was a mistake. I should’ve packed my shit and disappeared instead. There’s no telling what he’ll do to me when he finds out.
Chapter 38
Donavan
She’s doing exactly what her body is demanding of her—rubbing her pussy all up and down my leg—but it’s the look of defeat in her eyes that guts me.
It’s clear she can’t resist me, but it’s also evident that she wishes things were different. Like she wishes I was either someone else or that we didn’t have this pull to each other.
Same, sweetheart.
She dances against me for several songs, the warmth of her body calming something inside of me I can’t put my finger on.
What I do know is that I need her. There’s something about this girl that’s vital to me. She calms the voices in my head, and tamps down the anger that’s always simmering just below the surface and threatening to take over.
She also somehow manages to feed a fire that others have only been able to stoke enough to get the tiniest flickering flame.
She turns me on to no end, the roll of her body tonight enough that I may end up having to fuck her on the hood of my truck. She’ll have to be punished for leaving, despite that being more about me than about her. I’m not much of a masochist so that retribution will end up on her shoulders.