Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
His gaze, almost like a physical touch, runs down my body, causing an unsuspected warmth to run over my skin.
“She said a lot of girls around here are going to be jealous of me,” I explain.
“Get in the tub,” he commands, swallowing as if my body is too much for him to look at.
“Join me,” I offer.
“I don’t take bubble baths.”
“Join me,” I repeat, holding my hand out as I lift one leg over the edge of the tub.
He holds onto me until I’m lowering myself into the hot water. The bubbles pop against my skin as I settle, so I spread my legs in hopes of feeling the same fizz on my pussy. I expect him to turn and leave, but as I close my eyes, I hear him shedding his clothes, and then feel the water move as he steps inside with me.
“Lean back,” he urges as he positions himself behind me, sandwiching my body between his long, muscular legs.
“I thought you didn’t take bubble baths.”
“You aren’t them.” His lips trace my pulse as it pounds in my neck.
“Them who?” I ask, regressing back to high school apparently. It’s as if I need him to spell everything out for me. I don’t want to make a mistake in assuming I know his feelings and intentions.
“The other women who have been in here,” he answers. “The women who have been in my bed.”
I don’t know how to respond to that or what his expectations are. I have no right to wish he’d been untouched before now. He’d explained his childhood and the way he was raised in this clubhouse, but that doesn’t stop me from being curious. He told me himself he’s fucked hundreds of women, and I didn’t have a problem with it when the words fell from his mouth, but after what happened in the basement earlier, I can’t help but feel emotions I have no right to feel.
“Have you been with anyone since we met?”
“Yes,” he admits without pause as his fingers begin to circle my nipple.
I cringe when tears burn the back of my eyes. Getting upset at his confession is a big red warning sign. I shouldn’t be so involved that I give a shit about what he does in his spare time. His grip tightens when I move to stand up. I can get fucked by him. I can admit my desire for his brutal punishments, but the sweet routine including sliding against his wet skin in the tub is too fucking much. Being with him like this makes it impossible to separate myself from it all.
“I haven’t touched anyone since before I pushed you to your knees at your place and rammed my cock down your throat. Not one fucking person since I tasted your decadent cunt. So, settle the fuck down.”
“I d-don’t care what you do,” I stammer, but the tremble in my voice betrays my real emotions.
“Yes, you do.” He punctuates his words with the twist of my nipple, and my lip bleeds from biting it to prevent the moan from escaping. “Would you like to watch what I can do with another woman? What she’s willing to take from my blade to please me?”
My nostrils flare as I bare my teeth. “Only if you’re cutting out her heart.”
His silent chuckle shakes me, but his grip remains firm.
“I snapped the guy’s neck before I pulled you off his bed at that last party. All he got before I showed up was a taste of your sweet cunt, but I couldn’t help myself. Knowing he put his mouth where only mine belongs—” His muscles tense at my back as he draws in a long, harsh breath. “Every time I pull you from one of those fucking frat houses, my body count goes up.”
I should feel bad that the guy at the frat party died. He was a pawn, a means to an end, but I put him in that situation. I know I’m evil when all I do is smile at TJ’s dark confession.
“I won’t tolerate another man touching you, tasting you, sinking inside of your wet pussy.” For emphasis, he cups me between my legs, allowing his long middle finger to trace my slick lips.
“Wh-what about women?” I swivel my hips, goosebumps washing over my exposed skin when a long groan rattles in his chest. “Xena looked quite keen when she brought me something to eat earlier.”
His finger plummets inside of me. “Did she touch you?”
“No,” I pant. “She said she had to have your permission.”
“Although I won’t share you, it makes me so fucking hard imagining one of the girls sucking on that perfect clit of yours.” His hips punch upward, letting me feel his hard cock at my back. “Giving them permission to bring you to the edge but not let you come.”