Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Drive away, Tess,” Torin yells to me but I don’t want to leave him.
“No, not without you,” I protest.
“I said go. Now, go!” he yells as he throws the other man to the ground.
I don’t want to go but I don’t want to disobey him either, so I put the key in the ignition and take off for home. I pull into the driveway and leap out of the car, making a run for my front door.
Once inside, I turn on all the lights and check every room and closet in case someone is hiding inside. Certain that I’m alone, I sit down beside the locked door and wait for Torin, praying he hasn’t been injured during his altercation with the angry man.
This is the second time he’s shown up just in time to rescue me. The first was just a random stroke of luck, but how did he know I needed him this time?
An hour passes before I see headlights turning into my driveway. I hold my breath until I hear Torin say, “Tess, open the door. It’s me.”
I unlock the door, and he storms inside pumped with adrenaline. He grabs me by the arms and examines me from head to toe.
“Did he touch you? Are you hurt?”
“No, he didn’t. You got there just in time. What happened?”
“Don’t worry about that. It’s taken care of. What did I tell you about this, Tess? Didn’t I tell you not to stay at the school past dark anymore?”
“You did but I didn’t know that someone was going to come after me to get back at you. He said that you….”
“What? That I killed his brother? Well, I did. I did it because he drew a weapon on me, and I had to defend myself. That’s where the scar on my chest came from. It was a simple collection call, and he didn’t have the money so he tried to slice me open. Yes, I killed him. I had to.”
“And what? His brother has been after you ever since?”
“No. Things cooled down for a long time. The whole thing was practically forgotten until I got promoted. That’s when his brother realized he’d have to work for me now, and he started making trouble.”
“What kind of trouble? Trouble like tonight?”
“We’re not having this conversation right now. Right now, we’re talking about you. You could have gotten yourself killed tonight, and I can’t just let that go.”
“What do you mean you can’t let it go?” My better instincts should tell me that being with him is too dangerous, but all I can think about is how devastated I’ll be if he breaks up with me right now.
He pins me against the wall and kisses me. His tongue lashes the inside of my mouth with a hostile passion that causes my heart to skip a beat. His big hands grab the front of my blouse and tear it open like he’s ripping a piece of paper.
The buttons fly across the room and bounce off the wall. He bends his head down and nips at my breasts, panting like a wild beast while tugging my pants to the floor. I find myself gasping for breath. Is this what lust feels like? If so, I could easily become addicted to it.
He digs his fingers into my hips and turns me to face the wall. He takes both of my wrists in one hand and secures them above my head. With the other, he slaps me hard on my bottom. I cry out more from the shock than the sting and wiggle my ass as his hand comes down on it again. After each smack, he rubs his body all over me, allowing me to feel his growing erection against my ass and thighs.
“You were a bad girl. I need to show you what happens when you disobey me,” he whispers and licks the shell of my ear.
I find myself longing for the next sharp clap of his hand on my buttocks. The mild burning of it is making me wet. His third slap causes me to moan as my insides begin to pulsate and throb. This time, when he rubs his manhood against me, I press my ass into it and rock my hips from side to side. I no longer care about the scary man in the parking lot. I don’t care what Torin may have done to him. I just want him inside me. I want to be his little sex toy.
He smacks me one final time then cups my ass in both of his strong hands. He massages the places where his blows landed, and I whimper and bite down on my hand. I hear his zipper open and know that soon, he’ll give me what I’m craving. If this is what he calls punishment, I might need to find more ways to be naughty.