Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
It feels like he’s tearing my heart into pieces with his awful words. Bleakness seeps in, filling all the cracks his father’s affection had only moments ago. “I hate you,” I whisper.
He presses his lips against the back of my neck. Gooseflesh erupts as he whispers, “I hate you, too.”
I’m terrified he’s going to rape me right here against the door of his father’s bedroom. I’m not opening this goddamn door, not for anything. I won’t let him invade the space that’s mine and Milo’s. I won’t let him poison the only good thing in my life just for fucking kicks.
I make up my mind to be silent if he does. I’ve endured dark shit before. I can make it through that. He can’t tell his dad. Maybe he’s using that threat to hold over my head, but is he really depraved enough to tell his father something like that? It’s hardly a fucking brag.
He’s a monster, but not my first monster.
I’ll be fine.
I just have to remove myself from this moment, that’s all. Just… remove myself, and hope everything will be all right.
He’s still pressed against my back like he was, but I’ve gone silent. No more asking him to leave me alone, no more biting jabs.
Maybe he feels like he’s intimidated me enough for one night, or maybe he’s just bored.
Whatever the reason, he takes a step back.
I can scarcely breathe. I don’t move.
“Sleep tight, stray. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Relief expands inside me as I suck in breath after breath, stunned by my turn of luck.
I really thought…
I shake it off. It doesn’t matter what I thought. He’s gone now.
Isn’t he?
I glance back over my shoulder and see he really is walking down the hall toward his room. He’s far enough away that I quickly open Milo’s bedroom door and slip inside, then I turn the lock and take a step away, watching the door to make sure he doesn’t come back.
A few moments pass and nothing bad happens.
I leave the light off and finally walk over to Milo’s bed.
It feels so empty without him in it, especially now.
All I want is to curl up in his strong arms, to wrap myself around him and get the assurance I need that we’re okay and we’ll continue to be okay no matter what.
I don’t know what to do about Jonathan. I don’t know if I should tell Milo. I’m afraid telling him would make things worse instead of better. Would he really take my side against his own son? I know my mom sides with her romantic partners over me, but I don’t think that’s a thing good parents do.
I love that Milo is a good dad, I just…
I don’t know where that leaves us because his son is horrible.
I need to clear Jonathan Granville out of my head, so I look at the bed I’ve had such lovely moments in.
Milo wanted me to sleep naked in his bed tonight, but I’m a little afraid to. Yeah, I locked the bedroom door, but for all I know, there’s a key and Jonathan knows where it is.
I picture stripping off all my clothes and climbing naked into Milo’s bed. Curling up under his blankets, the sheets twisted around my bare legs.
It doesn’t feel safe, but I want to give Milo what he wants, so I do it anyway.
Once I’m naked and snuggled up beneath the covers, I try to close my eyes and fall asleep, but I can’t. My body is still very much stimulated, and my nerves are a wreck.
I need to relax, and thinking about what Milo said when I was downstairs earlier about wanting to smell me on his sheets…
I close my eyes and let my hand slide down between my parted thighs. I grab his pillow and pull it close, the cool silk grazing my nipples and making them hard. A faint noise slips out of me as I push a finger into myself, rubbing my tits against his pillowcase and imagining Milo watching me.
I think about him watching me touch myself in the dressing room, and about kneeling at his feet and taking his cock down my throat. I think about how it felt when he pressed the cool water bottle against my skin, and when he covered my mouth and made me come.
My fingers move faster over my clit as I think about that last part, but some wire crosses in my brain, maybe interpreting the move that could have felt violent and illuminating the more recent act of sexual violence against me.
My heart hammers as Jonathan Granville springs to mind, grabbing a fistful of my hair and shoving me hard against the bedroom door.
No!
I try to push him out of my mind, summoning Milo as I roll on my side, using my legs to pull his pillow close to my pussy.