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)
She tastes of clementines and sin. Anguish and heartbreak.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers, choking on her own words. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
Ah, here comes the regret.
She was dripping all over my fingers a few minutes ago, and now she realizes that she just allowed her enemy to touch her greedy pussy.
I roll my eyes, climbing to my feet too. My dick is still hard, painfully pushing against the zipper of my jeans. She got her release. I didn’t get mine. Little wallflower owes me a favor, it seems.
“So, now you regret it?” I drawl lazily.
She shakes her head frantically and swallows. Her breath is coming out in heavy pants, as her chest heaves rapidly. Compared to how she was earlier in my arms, placid and heavy breathing from her orgasm — right now, her chest rattles with anxiousness.
What the fuck is wrong with her? It was just a damn orgasm, not a big fucking deal.
Riley points an accusing finger at my chest. “You need to stay away from me.”
My hand snakes out and I grip her wrist, tugging her toward me. “You are the one who rubbed her cunt all over my fingers and used me for her release. Why are you being modest all of a sudden?”
“Let me go, Colton.” Riley looks up at me with glassy brown eyes. There’s panic and dreadfulness in those eyes. She sucks in a deep, ragged breath. “You should have stayed away from me. You said our paths will never cross again, but you keep putting yourself back into my life on purpose. This should have never happened in the first place. Enough with your games, Colton. Please.”
“You’re acting like a virgin who just orgasmed for the first time in your life,” I tell her, frowning at her words. “What’s with the hysteria?”
Her face flushes under the moonlight and her gaze shifts away from me. In embarrassment and dismay.
Wait a fucking minute.
I slowly cock my head to the side, closely studying her and her reaction. Scoffing, I let out a dry chuckle. “Now, now. Don’t tell me I just stole your first orgasm.”
Her lips part in a silent, outraged gasp. Bingo. I got you, nemesis.
I throw my head back, my laughter piercing the air. “Oh fuck, this was not part of the plan tonight, but I ended up with something much more entertaining.” I tug on her wrist again and she trips over her heels, landing softly against my chest. I bend my head down, bringing our faces closer. My breath fans against her swollen, well-kissed lips. “I didn’t get to steal your first kiss or the chance to take your virginity. But fuck it all, I got the best out of the three. Jasper really was a loser; he wasn’t man enough.”
My lips brush against her flushed cheek. “You can deny it as much as you want, my touch has more power over your morals. You think this is wrong, but you coming all over my fingers with such greediness tells me that my touch felt right to you.”
“Colton,” she whimpers brokenly, “just… stop. Stop talking. Stop.”
Her whole body is still shaking. Not from the orgasm or the tears anymore. And it’s not even because of the chilly October breeze.
She’s…overwhelmed. But it’s something more.
Riley is closing in on being hysterical.
I release her wrist, pushing away from her. Putting distance between us, just like she asked. “I don’t understand what your problem is.”
“That’s the problem, Colton.” She laughs humorlessly, but it sounds forced. Broken even. “You will never understand me. Everything is entertainment to you, but you don’t realize the impact your words have. How they affect someone. You don’t stop and think because everything is a game to you!” Her voice rises with each word, anger and frustration bleeding through. And pain.
I see it in every visible line of her body.
I see it in her eyes; I feel it.
The chaos that resides in me shudders with her pain. Her frustration feeds the bitterness that lives in my bones. And her fury…it sinks into my flesh, mingling with the hatred that’s just underneath my skin.
I am the plague and Riley is not the cure.
We’re both withering from the venom that has tainted our souls.
“Do you know what you remind me of?” she hisses in my face, and the words are familiar. I remember now. They are the same words I spoke to her when she was in rehab. “A spoiled boy who probably always gets his way, thrives on his daddy’s reputation and money. You are a self-absorbed, shallow idiot, Colton Bennett.”
A spoiled boy…
Riley has no fucking idea what she’s talking about. She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t understand me. And she never fucking will. Because we are water and fire. We will never mix.
“So stay away from me,” Riley says, punctuating each word like a threat. “I made a mistake earlier, and I won’t let it happen again. Don’t ever touch me again, Bennett.”