Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
And I think I’d like that.
To taste her…and her tears.
Riley is wiggling so much that she starts slipping down my back. “Jesus, stop fucking moving so much.” She’ll break her goddamn neck if she falls.
I barely make it across the field, before I am forced to stop next to the new and unused dumpsters that the school has stacked up against the concrete walls of the building.
When Riley’s wiggling intensifies, I have no choice but to drop to the ground, to save her from falling and snapping her damn neck in half. Fuck, she’s trouble.
She’s still in my arms, and I adjust her on my lap. “Stop moving,” I hiss, pinning her arms between our chests when she tries to use her tiny fists to punch me.
Riley opens her eyes and she takes one look at my masked face before her horrifying wails pierce the air. Ah, for fuck’s sake. Everyone will hear her screaming and come running any second now. “Stop,” I growl, harsh enough that she flinches and sucks back the scream in her throat.
Her struggling ceases but her face crumples, fear etched all over her expression. “W-who are y-you?” she stutters shakily.
I grin behind the mask. “Who do you think I am?”
Her brows furrow, and I know she’s thinking of the familiarity of my voice. Her body is still tense, and she’s still too frightened to think straight.
Aw, poor little wallflower. Let’s give her a break.
I reach up and remove my mask, dropping it beside us on the ground.
Her breathing stutters, and her wide, shocked eyes sweep over my face, taking me in. When she realizes just who her captor is, Riley’s expression changes from fear to wild fury. Ah, there’s the fire. The poison in her eyes. The one that feeds the bitterness in me.
“You,” she accuses, her voice brittle and rough from all the screaming she had just done. “You fucking asshole! How dare you?”
“How dare me?” I slowly cock my head to the side, watching her as the fury rolls off her in maddening waves. “How could I not? When you’re this entertaining…Anger suits you, nemesis. And it makes me think that only I get to see this side of you. Whether you want to admit it or not.”
I bring the worst out of Riley Johnson.
But…maybe her anger is the best of her. Her fury is real. It’s not fake, it’s not an illusion, and it’s not the pretty mask she wears everyday.
Riley can deny it as much as she wants. But this side of her…is her truth.
And only I get to see it.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest diverts my attention to her tits. She’s got enough to fill my hands and more. But my focus is cut short when Riley starts struggling again. “You are such a jerk,” she hisses in my face. Her tiny fists slam into my chest. “Let me go. Let me go! LET ME GO!” Her voice rises with every word, until she’s screaming again.
I do a quick sweep over our surroundings, trying to see if she’s caught anyone's attention with all her screeching. When I see that we are still alone, I grip her wrists and pin her to my chest. “Calm the fuck down, Riley. I’m not hurting you, so stop with the rioting.”
My words have the opposite effect. She goes absolutely ballistic on me. Her brown eyes are enraged and her lips curl in absolute disdain. “I hate you!”
My breath lodges in my throat. “Shut up.”
“Let me go, jerk! I hate you,” she shrieks louder. “I HATE Y—
I slam my mouth over hers, silencing her screams and swallowing her words.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Riley tenses in my arms, and I feel her silent gasp against my lips.
I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know why I fucking kissed her.
But the moment our lips touch, the moment I have my first taste of Riley Johnson — I physically can’t pull away. I can’t stop.
She tastes like clementines.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Her eyes flare with shock and…confusion. Her lips part, and a soft whimper escapes her throat. Her balled fists come to my shoulders, as if to push me away, but she doesn’t.
I lick the seams of her lips, testing her resistance, but Riley opens up for me.
Another whimper.
Her chest heaves.
There’s a dazed look in her eyes. Her lips move tentatively against mine, confused and inexperienced. Her fingers dig into the muscles of my shoulders.
Somehow, one kiss turns into more.
Our mingling breaths.
Our lips seeking out each other for more.
Our hearts thudding to the same perplexing rhythm.
My cock thickens in my jeans.
Riley Johnson is a complicated paradox. Together, we are water and fire. We don’t mix; we never will. Our pieces don’t fit together.
And I just made the gravest mistake of my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Riley — 18 years old
I wasn’t expecting his lips to be so soft. Or to taste like mint.