Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Colt,” I whisper his name, my body trembling. He can probably hear my heart pounding in my chest.
Leaning in, I stay rooted to my spot, and he gets close enough that he licks up my cheek, tasting my tears. My body breaks out in goose bumps, making me shiver.
“Get on your knees, princess. Show me how pretty you are when you beg.” His hand grips my hair, and he yanks my head back, making me cry out. His free hand grips my neck, holding me in place, and I think my legs are about to give out. “Beg me to fuck this pretty mouth like the slut that you are.”
Fresh tears sting my eyes at his words. I’m not supposed to be turned on by this. I’m not supposed to want him. But I can’t explain this need to submit to him. To be his slut.
He lets go of me and takes a step back. Leaning against the door, he crosses his arms and his ankles. His green eyes stare at me expectantly, waiting for me to give him what he wants.
Taking in a deep breath, I fall to my trembling knees, naked in the middle of his bedroom, and look up at him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I manage to get out the single word. “Please?”
He gives a rough laugh. “Oh, I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
His words piss me off. My eyes narrow on him, and I stand on my shaky legs. Walking over to him, I lift my chin. “Know what, Colt? Fuck you!”
A wide smile spreads across his face, making his green eyes light up with pleasure. He’s enjoying this. Playing with my emotions. I can’t tell if he wants me to cry my eyes out or slap him across the face at this point.
It makes me question everything about him. His motives for what he said to me downstairs in the laundry room. Why he brought me up here. His interest in me is giving me whiplash.
“Move,” I demand, placing my hands on my naked hips. “Now.”
He shakes his head slightly, making a tsking sound. “Oh, princess, princess—”
“Quit calling me that,” I shout, my hand coming up to slap him.
His head snaps to the side, and I place my hands over my mouth, gasping. Time seems to stand still. I’ve never hit anyone. God, how I’ve wanted to do that to him a million times, but I didn’t dare do it.
Panic knots my stomach, and I know I have to do something. “Colt, I’m—”
He reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair, cutting off my apology, and drags me across his bedroom.
“Colt!” I scream his name, trying to fight him off. But he’s too strong, and I can’t reach behind me to shove him away. He bends me over the side of his bed, pressing me facedown into the mattress. He stands behind me, bending over as well, pinning me under him. “Co … lt,” I whimper, my hands now digging into his comforter, trying to push myself up, but he’s on top of me. “Please.” I gasp, tears stinging my eyes. He’s still got a hold of my hair, and he’s holding on so tight it stings. “Please.” I sniff as they spill over my bottom lashes and run down my face. “I’m sorry.” I lick my wet lips. “I’m sorry … please …”
Letting go of my hair, he gently brushes it off the side of my face, and I begin to sob underneath him. My mind is trying to understand why my pussy is wet and begins to throb when I feel his hard dick against my lower back.
“See, princess.” He slides his hand to wrap around my throat and grips my chin, holding my head in place and lowering his lips to my ear, whispering, “You’re learning already.”
My eyes spring open, and I sit up, looking around his bedroom. I learned a lot in this room. Our parents were out of town for three days. He spent that entire time pushing my body in ways that I didn’t even know existed.
Then, when they returned, he was back to the dick he always was, in the language that everyone else understood. Like I never crawled across this floor, drool running from my mouth, begging him to fuck me in ways that made me disgusted with myself.
It got worse after that. Thankfully, he never looked at me while at school. Actually, school was my only safe place. The only friend I had there was Tatum. Colt hated that too. She’s Alex’s little sister. So wherever she was, I was.
Getting up, I turn off the light and shut the door, forgetting that I ever gave Colton Knox anything but satisfaction for being his slut.
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WALKING INTO OUR house, I listen and soak in the silence. Which is odd for a Saturday night. Maybe the guys went out to a party or something. Who knows? I don’t keep tabs on Colt. He does whatever the fuck he wants with whoever he wants.