Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
He chuckles and thrusts the knife handle in and out even faster. “Every time you swear at me, it will only make me harder.”
He’s getting hard from me?
Shit, why am I even thinking about this?
Caleb pulls out the knife, and his tongue hovers over my thumping clit but doesn’t press down, making my whole body quake with need.
How is he doing this? I don’t understand why my body has this reaction to him when I barely even know him. He’s just a goddamn bully, and here I am, wishing he’d finish the job.
His tongue slides across his bottom lips, the tip barely brushing past my most sensitive spot, and I’m about to combust.
“Go on,” he whispers.
“F-ff…”
He fans a breath across my sensitive area, making it throb so badly I cave.
“Please,” I mutter.
“Please, what?”
“Please … make me come.”
Oh God.
I’m embarrassed … and he’s managed to make me hate him.
“What …?” A devilish smirk forms on his lips. “Never had to beg?” Now, I really want to slap him. Hard. “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty more opportunities.”
“F—”
I can’t finish what I was going to say because when his tongue lands back on my clit, I fall apart just from the sheer pressure he applies at the right moment. My whole body convulses from the ecstasy that follows, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. And when he pushes the knife’s handle back inside, I see actual stars on the ceiling.
“So wet …” Caleb murmurs when he slowly pulls it out again and brings it to his lips to take a lick. “Fuck. It’s such a shame.”
When I finally get down from the high, I mutter, “A shame?”
He licks the knife clean before standing. “A shame … that you refuse to tell your mother to back off.” He steps into the tub between my legs, towering over me, peeling away one of the buttons at the top of his shirt so a part of his muscular, tattooed pecs are revealed, and it makes me do a double take.
He brings his hand down to his zipper and slowly lowers it. “I guess I have no choice but to paint your face as beautifully as I glazed your windows.”
My jaw drops, but then he pulls out his dick, and I’m momentarily too stunned to speak.
There’s a piercing right through his shaft, as well as one at the tip, poking through the opening, with a little ring attached, and then another one near his pubic bone.
I’ve never seen so many piercings on a single human being in my life, let alone three in the dick.
The smirk on his face only widens as he grips my chin and makes me look at him. “My eyes are up here, slut.”
I hate him.
I hate that he made me look.
And I hate that he made me come so hard I saw stars where there are none.
“You look like you’ve never seen a pierced cock before,” he says. “Have you ever even seen a cock at all?”
“Of course, I have,” I spit back. “I never asked to see yours.”
“Pity for you, you won’t just be looking at it,” he says, and he goes to his knees right on top of my belly. “Open your mouth, Crystal.”
I grimace. “Not a chance.”
He grabs the knife and tilts my chin up. “You will give me what I want.”
“What you want … is that why you’re so eager to chase my mom away?” I retort.
He stares me down for a moment, the blade pushing into my skin, and I worry I may have said my last words there.
But I swore an oath to myself that I wouldn’t let anyone break me, so I won’t, no matter what.
Not even for a guy with that many piercings and such sick, twisted needs.
“Why I want her gone is none of your business,” he says.
“If you don’t give me a reason, I’m not going to interfere.”
“I will give you a reason,” he says, and he pushes the knife into my mouth and parts my lips. “You either get your mother to end things … or I will use your body to my heart’s content.”
My heart shoots up a notch in speed as his length bobs up and down in my face.
Good God. How am I supposed to choose?
I can’t do this. I can’t.
But I can’t get between my mother and her new crush either.
And if I tell her the truth, he’ll surely kill her.
“So what’s it going to be, Crystal?” The knife slides across my tongue. “Destroy your mother’s heart … Or your body belongs to me.”
I shake my head gently to stop the knife from slipping down farther.
“Crystal?”
All the blood drains from my face.
Mom.
“Crystal and Caleb, are you okay up there?” I can hear her yelling from downstairs.
“Lie to her,” he whispers, pulling the knife from my mouth.