Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
I rolled over to get her off of me, and was trying to get to my feet when her hand shot out and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down. She shoved her tongue between my lips and her clawlike hand went to my pants and grabbed my cock.
She went from jungle cat to city cougar real quick.
“So young and handsome, why don’t you let me teach you how to please a woman? I can show you all the things you don’t know yet. I can show you how a real woman fucks. All I need is this young hard cock filling me up. I can make a real man out of you,” she whispered in my ear while keeping one hand on my shoulder, her claws sinking into my back, and the other massaging my limp, uninterested dick.
I would have reacted faster to get away from her, but I was so high it took a few seconds for my brain to catch up to what was actually happening.
“Dear God, no,” I yelled as I scrambled back away from her. “Why would I fuck such an old decrepit crone? Everyone knows you are fucking half the men here. Hell, they joke about how loose and used you are. If I wanted to fuck an Astrid woman, you have two daughters that are gorgeous, well-bred, and young enough to still be attractive. No one wants you.”
Had I been sober, I may have been able to stop my mouth from running. My words may have been smoother and my actions more diplomatic, but there was not a single thing I had said that wasn’t true.
Then she did something I had never seen a society woman her age do. Her mouth twisted into a frown, wrinkles seemed to explode from her forehead and around her eyes as they scrunched down, and her once expressionless mask turned into a vile visage of hate and rage.
“How dare you,” she screeched.
“How dare I? You just assaulted me.”
She stopped and stared at me for a moment, her eyes tracking down my body and her mouth curling up at the corners, like she saw some victory in her head.
“I am going to make you a deal. If you want to keep your life the way it is, then you are going to become my little dog. You are going to come when called, and you are going to follow orders. I am going to have you housebroken and well-trained to service me whenever I see fit, and you are going to be fucking grateful for the opportunity to lick and fuck me when I demand.”
“You can’t make me do that.” I was so stupid, so disgusted by her proposition and just so damn high that I didn’t see the obvious.
“I can, and I am. You can start right now, or I will take away everything you love, dear. All I have to do is tell them how you attacked me.”
“You attacked me!” I shouted, the panic setting in.
“Who do you think people are going to believe? The eighteen-year-old boy full of hormones who reeks of drugs? Or a pillar of the community?”
“No one sees you as a pillar of any community,” I scoffed.
“The DA does, as does the police chief, and any jury in the world.”
“What?” I said, still regretting smoking so much weed before this.
Mary Quinn reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, tousling it a little bit. I then watched in horror as she picked up the riding crop, slapped her own face with it and then tore her blouse.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You’ll see,” she said, turning on her heel and walking away.
I didn’t know how long I sat on that stable floor trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. But that was where my father found me.
It was not unusual for Lucian Manwarring to be filled with rage. In fact, I would even be comfortable in saying that it was a pretty constant state for him to be in. But I had never seen him as angry as I did that night.
My father was a tall, massive man, built with broad shoulders and thick with muscle. He towered over most football linebackers, and intimidated men half his age on the polo field.
He stomped into that stable, his hands clenched into tight fists and his face actually bright red. He didn’t say a word. I was waiting for him to yell, to lash out at something, but he grabbed me by the scruff of my collar, pulled me to my feet and dragged me out of there.
“What happened?” I asked, praying she hadn’t gone through with it.
“You know what the fuck happened,” he said, his teeth clenched as he escorted me not to the car that was waiting, but straight to our helicopter.