Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
"I don't pay you to be my therapist…"
I squeeze his wrists a little harder. "You don't pay me to fuck you either, so what are you getting at?"
The grin he gives me makes my stomach flip. "No, you'll fuck me for free, right? I’ll bet if I slip my hand into your panties right this second, I’ll find you soaking wet. I mean, you were practically begging me to fuck you out in the hall. The mind-blowing orgasm you get each time I fuck you is how you’re paid.”
His words make me flinch, and I try to pull away. Of course, he doesn't let me move, and pushing against him is pointless. Instead of releasing me, he presses closer, crowding me, forcing me to back away while also guiding me where he wants.
“Don’t tell me you’re objecting to me fucking you,” he growls.
I don’t even realize we’re crossing the threshold into my bedroom until I spot my belongings out of the corner of my eye. "Wait, let me guess, you want to say no while I take you? Will it make you feel better to tell me how much you don't want it as your pussy milks my dick like it's the only thing in the world? Is that your fantasy? No control? No decisions? Nothing to care about but chasing the high? If that's what you want, we can do it. Don't pretend you don't want me. No matter how much you say no, your body betrays you every single time. We both know how this is going to end. The only question is, will it be with your submission or without?"
Why do his words shoot lightning bolts of pleasure through my body? Like the more he's a bastard, the more I want it. No. He can't keep doing this to me. He already admitted that he came here to use my body so that he could forget something. I don’t want to be that to him. I want to be more. Sensing the defiance in me, he grabs the back of my neck again and tips my face up, capturing my mouth in another brutal kiss. It burns so good. His lips. His body. It hurts and rages and leaves me with a hunger I've never known.
Why does he make me feel this way? And what did I do to deserve someone like him? Karma isn't even that much of a bitch. Coming to my senses, I push at his chest and break the kiss, my heartbeat roaring in my ears.
“I don’t want to be an object to you, not when I’m a human with real feelings and emotions.”
“Oh, you’re so much more than an object, Maybel.” He bares his white teeth to me, and I shudder at the look in his eyes. Possession, deep-rooted desire. “Well, you might be human, but I’d prefer if you were my little pet, obeying my rules and giving me pleasure when I ask for it.”
Anger like never before boils up inside me. “You chose the wrong girl, Drew. I need the money you give me for these tutoring sessions, but I’m not a whore. I’m not going to obey your every rule simply because you tell me to.”
He presses against me, the whole length of his body, and I can tell this little sparring match is doing nothing to satisfy his hunger for me. If anything, it’s turning him on more.
"For the attitude," he whispers against my mouth, his wet lips brushing mine in a smooth passing rhythm. "I'm only going to put myself inside you when you ask me for it. When you beg me for it, and I promise, you fucking will."
I tilt my chin, breaking contact with his mouth.
He smiles like I'm cute. Like my resistance is adorable.
And he pushes again until the back of my knees hits the edge of the bed, and I fall against it on my ass. Thankfully, I manage to keep myself upright.
Drew stares down at me with a feral hunger in his eyes. Then he steps between my open thighs and pulls at the tie on his joggers. He only pulls enough of the waist down to expose his rock-hard cock. His T-shirt lays over the root of him almost obscenely, and even if I should, I can't look away. My mouth waters, and the urge to taste him consumes me, but I stay still and slip my hands under my thighs to keep from reaching out to touch him.
Fisting his cock in his hand, he strokes himself hard while keeping his eyes trained on me. "Tempted to touch, my little wallflower?"
I bite the inside of my mouth to stop speaking and shake my head. Even if I want him, I don’t want him like this. I want more. I want to be something to him. I don’t want to be used and tossed aside until the next time. Sensing my desire and need, he taunts me.