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)
Goose bumps erupt across my skin, feeling his hot tongue against my cool flesh. Shit. I need to stop this, somehow. I can’t let him pull me into his dark web, one that I may never escape. I need to use my brain and not let my body rule my decision-making. I garner up all the strength I have in me and place both hands on his firm chest, then I give him a hard push. Like an impassable mountain, he doesn’t move. He doesn’t even budge. Not an inch.
A soft, humorless laugh escapes his lips. “It would be so easy for me to take what I want from you. All I’d have to do is put a little pressure against your neck, knock you out, and then I could fuck you without complaint. I wouldn’t have to worry about you running away or fighting me. I could do whatever I want, however I want, wherever I want. I could fuck your ass, mouth, and pussy. I could take whatever I want from you, and you couldn’t do a single thing to stop me.”
The thought is terrifying and so fucking wrong, and worst of all, there isn’t anything that makes me believe he wouldn’t do those things. Even I’m smart enough to know there is a time and place to be fierce and placid. It’s all about human psychology.
“Don’t,” I demand, the sound muffled by his hand. I reach for his wrist and try to tug his hand from my mouth. He doesn’t move. “Please,” I mutter, and this time, he takes a tiny step back, those piercing green eyes of his flick to mine before roaming my entire face. I don’t know what he sees shining back at him, but whatever it is, it’s enough to melt a smidge of the ice from his harsh gaze.
“I’ll save that fun for another day.” The relief I feel from his confession is short-lived when he starts speaking again. “While I love your sassiness and fierce determination to piss me off, I need you to be a good girl and listen to me. Or am I going to have to shove my cock into your throat and teach you a lesson right here in the dusty stacks?”
I sag further into the shelf and ignore the notion that I’m allowing him to hold my body weight. At least he’s not going to knock me out and have his way with me. I can handle a blow job and being chased through the woods, but I don’t want to be taken against my will without any say at all.
All I can manage is a nod.
A smile touches his lips. “Which is that a yes to? You’re going to be a good girl and listen, or you want me to shove my cock down your throat and teach you a lesson?”
I say no beneath his hand, my lips moving over his palm. The word comes out muffled, and he slowly pulls his hand away. "I’m trusting you, so don’t make me regret it. If you start screaming like a banshee, I’ll be forced to do something I’ll very much enjoy, but you might not, especially after your experience in the woods. Don’t make me hurt you, at least for your own sake.”
“I’m not going to scream. I’m just confused. I don’t understand. What happened at the event was a one-time thing. I heard you don’t date or even sleep with the same girl twice, which makes all of this weird and confusing. What do you want from me? Why won’t you leave me alone? I’m no one, yet you act like I’m the most interesting thing in the world."
And why can’t I stop the edge of excitement this brings me? I’ll never admit it, but a tiny part enjoys the attention. The nerdy book girl no one notices who garnered the attention of Oakmount’s football star when no one else could. It makes me feel seen and wanted. When you’ve never experienced that before, it’s not something you want to give up. Yet I remind myself that not all attention is the kind you want. Turns out, I garnered the attention of a crazy person.
His pink tongue darts out over his bottom lip, and I bite the inside of my cheek, refusing to acknowledge how sexy he looks.
Remember how dangerous he is, how fucked up he is. Hello, red flag, Maybel.
“Consider me curious. Are you asking around about me?”
I shake my head. “No, asking around isn’t needed. I’d have to not exist not to hear about you. Everyone talks about how you never screw the same girl twice, and you don’t date. I’m simply acknowledging the rumors.”
I notice then just how big our height differences are. My forehead barely reaches his collarbone, so I’m forced to tilt my head back every time I speak in order to see his face. I feel tiny and insignificant beside him.