Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“I obsessed over you for weeks. I spent countless hours researching you, finding out what you like to do. I found the forums you posted in and jacked off so many fucking times, imagining I was the one you wanted to fulfill your wicked thoughts.”
My cheeks are on fire, and when I angle my head down, I see him grinning up at me. “When you blush, your cheeks turn the same exact shade as this beautiful cunt of yours.”
His filthy words should make me cringe, but they don’t. They never do, and probably never will.
“On paper, you’re the perfect woman for me, down to your insanely unhealthy obsession with Taco Bell, but I knew we could never be compatible. So I had to settle with watching you, grinning every time you scowled while jogging on that fucking treadmill, mesmerized by the bounce of your tits.” I whimper when he nips the area where my leg meets my body. “My obsession grew by the day. The guys taunted me for it. My boss insisted I return the box which we both know by this point was impossible. I was already pretending not to know how to play Orc’s Realm so you’d help me. We were already flirting online. I was already weak from just the sound of your voice. Returning that fucking box wasn’t an option. Returning it meant opening myself up to scrutiny. I knew I’d never have you, but I could live for the moments we had together online. Mmm.”
He licks at my skin, nose barely brushing my pussy, and the embers that have been gaining strength ignite into a roaring fire. I’m burning for him.
“Then we met on the elevator. My cock was hard the second you stepped on. You found my bird charming rather than being disgusted by his filthy mouth. That’s the day I stopped tracking you. That’s the day I turned off the video feeds and relegated myself with only finding things out that came from your lips. I knew then I was ruined. I knew my actions leading up to that would end with me losing you, but it was already too late. Had I known that things could be different, that we’d be compatible, that you were everything I fantasized about, I would go back and change it. But I can’t. I can’t change the fact that I stalked you. I can’t turn back time and let it happen naturally because I know that I would’ve somehow fucked it up.”
His deep inhale of breath makes my pulse pound in my throat, and I close my eyes, content to suffer his teasing and the sound of his voice. It’s the most delicious torture.
“We met in the elevator by chance. That day in the mail room was by chance. I didn’t orchestrate any of that.”
“You lied to me. Everything was a lie,” I whisper, emotion once again clogging my throat.
“My feelings for you aren’t a lie. My attraction to you isn’t a lie. The way we fit together, the way nearly every aspect of our individual lives lines up with the other wasn’t created to win you over.”
“I can’t trust anything because of what you did.”
His chin rests on my tummy, and I can feel his eyes burning into my face, but I can’t look down at him.
Silence surrounds us, but the game he’s playing isn’t over. His mouth finds my breasts, first nipping at the bottom before gentle but insistent teeth bite my nipple.
The groan that rushes past my lips is broken and full of a need I refuse to beg him for.
“Did you search my name after I told you what it was?” His words are whispered against my flesh. “Did you look for information on me?”
My jaw snaps closed.
“So it’s okay for you to look into me, but not the other way around?”
“I didn’t find anything,” I huff.
“But you looked. It’s what we do. It’s second nature to find things out, to try to control the narrative. I understand you’re mad. I’d be pissed too if I found out my systems were overridden. I’d be livid, so angry. But then I’d think about who was doing it and why. Put my shoes on for this, Whitney. A failed attempt is still an attempt. I wasn’t phishing you. I wasn’t using information against you.”
“You read the forums,” I argue. “You found out my secrets.”
“Secrets you posted online, baby. Secrets that only made us even more suitable for each other. I didn’t change my opinions. I haven’t adjusted my expectations. I need someone who obeys as much as you need someone who commands.”
I hiss a needy breath when his fingers skate over my clit. I feel like I’ve been here hours, waiting for him to touch me there, and now when I’m at my most vulnerable, when I’m actually listening to what he’s saying and beginning to believe he’s right, he makes me lose my mind.