Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A strangled cry of surprise claws its way out of my throat. My heart goes from painfully throbbing to thundering inside my chest. I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands and then walk over to the window. When I draw the curtain, I find Callum, once again dressed in a black hoodie and jeans. I lift the window and manage a croaked “hello.”
“What’s wrong?” he demands, his voice a soft whisper that I feel in every nerve ending.
I chew on my bottom lip, feeling ridiculous. I’m definitely an idiot. Still, the tears are close and it’s taking everything in me to keep them at bay. Callum clearly grows tired of my silence because he takes it upon himself to climb into my bedroom.
Callum Park is in my bedroom.
Holy crap.
He shuts the window behind him and closes the curtain. Then, he steps toward me, crowding my space. “You’re upset. What happened?”
Guilt surges through me.
Here he is thinking I’m upset over my home life, and really, I’m just pining over him.
“I’m fine. I promise.” I still can’t look at him. “Callum, I swear.”
His fingers bite into my jaw, not as gently as usual. I can smell the faint aroma of liquor on his breath. It makes my mouth water. I wonder if he tastes as heady as he smells.
“Look at me,” he commands. “I said, look at me.”
My eyes snap to his, becoming trapped in his intense stare. “I said I’m fine.”
“You’re lying. Don’t lie to me, pretty girl. I can always tell.”
I attempt to kiss him, hoping to distract him, but he slides a hand into my hair and grips a handful. The sharp sting on my scalp makes my eyes water for a different reason.
“Tell me,” he croons. “You’re supposed to be my good girl. Good girls don’t evade the truth.”
I do want to be good for him.
I want to fix this rawness I’m feeling. This hurt. Even if it is all in my head. I trust he’ll do it for me.
“I thought you forgot about me,” I whisper, tears flooding my lids and blurring him. “Or…”
He presses his lips to my cheek, stopping a tear from its fall. His tongue lashes out, licking the salty wetness away. “Or what?”
“Or that maybe you’d changed your mind.”
“I keep my promises,” he growls. “Understand?”
“Y-Yes.”
“I’m upset you gave up on me so quickly.”
More tears roll out. “I’m sorry.”
“It pisses me off, Willa.”
Not sweetheart.
Willa.
“I want to punish you so you’ll remember it the next time you think I’m giving up on you.” His breath is hot against my cheek. “You think I’d risk my career or my brother’s campaign to just fuck around with my student?”
“No.”
“No, sweetheart. I can’t get you out of my goddamn mind.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Those are just words.” One of his hands finds my ass and he squeezes me over my sleep shorts. “I’d rather you show me how sorry you are.”
I pull back and frown at him. “How?”
His grin is wolfish. Decadent. Evil. “Your innocence is a temptation I’m obsessed with. I want to strip it away piece by piece.”
I’m not sure what that means, but I’m there for it.
“How do you feel about a spanking?”
I want to laugh in indignation, especially considering my stepfather smacked me today, but my pussy clenches. Warmth floods through me as images of Callum bringing his palm to my ass flash through my mind.
“Will it hurt?”
“Not terribly. Just a stinging reminder that I’m not going anywhere.”
“Okay.”
He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips softly. “You can’t cry out. I don’t want anyone to hear.”
Levi’s music is vibrating through the walls like usual, so I know no one is going to hear.
“I’ll be quiet.”
“I believe you,” he murmurs. “Lie across the end of your bed and put your pretty ass in the air.”
I obey, shivering at his commanding tone.
“Do you wear these shorts around the house?” His words are icy. It’s on the tip of my tongue to lie, but he says he can tell.
“Sometimes if I’m running to grab a water from the fridge or something.”
He palms my ass. “Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. But…”
I tense up. “But what?”
“But you’re not allowed to anymore. Your legs are too pretty for your stepdad and stepbrother to see. Understand?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Good, good girl.”
I’m not sure why I like his possessive edge, but I do. It makes me feel wanted and cared for. I’ll wear pants when I leave my room if he wants me to.
“Push your shorts and panties down,” he instructs. “Let me see your ass.”
My skin burns with embarrassment, but my desire to please him overrides it. With my face buried against my comforter, hiding my shame, I hook my thumbs into my shorts and panties before shoving them down my thighs. When I go to push it down more, he stops me with a gentle squeeze to one of my wrists.