Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
The text that sits on my screen makes me pause.
Unknown Number: What are you doing?
My first thought is that this could be the unknown number behind all those ambiguous texts, but that one doesn’t usually ask how I’m doing—just drops something nasty and leaves.
My thoughts are reconfirmed when another text comes through.
Unknown Number: Don’t tell me you’re sleeping? Though, of course you would be after having that orgasm. I’m the one who’s left with a cock so hard, I keep fantasizing about how you’ll bounce on it.
I choke on the half-eaten chip, and Bran taps my back and passes me a can of pop. “You okay?”
My cheeks must be crimson. The thought of Bran or anyone else seeing that text makes my skin crawl. “Totally cool. I’ll be back.”
I practically bolt to my room, dash inside, and slam the door shut, then lean against it. I jump when my phone vibrates in my hand again.
Unknown Number: Leaving me on read is bad etiquette, baby. I know you’re there.
Glyndon: How the hell do you have my number?
Unknown Number: It’s a lot easier than you think. But that’s not the issue here. My unsatisfied cock is. I really am not the giving type.
Glyndon: No one asked you to give anything.
Unknown number: Your little cunt would argue otherwise. I can still feel it clenching against my fingers with the desperation of a nymph. Also, I still have your taste on them. Haven't washed my hands yet. I think I’ll use them to rub one out in your honor while I imagine your body writhing beneath me as your blood coats my dick.
My core clenches as tingles spread all over my skin. I slowly close my eyes, willing it to go away, but it doesn’t.
Not even close.
I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers slightly trembling.
Logically, I know this is just his sick fixation with my virginity. That he really won’t stop until he has it.
His twisted interest in me might have been poked on top of that cliff, but it was fully activated once he found out I was a virgin. Even his eyes shone in a way that was way different than before. His body tightened, and I could see the devil in him. Unmasked.
Unhinged.
Uncontrollable.
He’s a special breed who has absolutely no brakes. And the fact that I’m the subject of his sick fetish is terrorizing.
Considering that he probably has no limits, it’s absolutely horrifying to imagine what lengths he’d go to in order to get what he wants.
And yet, I can’t stop myself from being affected by his words.
Just…what is wrong with me?
Am I perhaps as defective as he is?
My heart hammers as another text lights up the screen.
Unknown Number: The real thing is better than my imagination, though. What are the chances of you opening your legs if I come over right now?
Glyndon: Zero.
Unknown Number: And if I ask nicely?
Glyndon: Still zero.
Unknown Number: You should’ve said 50%. Because there’s a 100% option if I somehow slip into your room while you’re sleeping.
Glyndon: My friends won’t let you.
Unknown Number: They won’t find out, and if they do, I’ll strap them to their beds with duct tape.
Glyndon: Even Annika?
Unknown Number: Especially that one. She’s loud as fuck most of the time.
Glyndon: Jeremy will kill you.
Unknown Number: Not if I tell him she was putting herself in danger and I tied her up for her own good. And aww, are you worried about me, baby?
Glyndon: If by worried, you mean I’m commissioning a voodoo doll with your name on it to stab it to death, decapitate it, and watch the tendons snap, then sure, I’m sick with worry.
Unknown Number: I like your gory imagination and attention to detail. You should show me your paintings sometime. I want to see inside your head.
Glyndon: Never.
Unknown Number: Never say never.
Glyndon: I’m going to sleep.
Unknown Number: Sleep tight and dream of me. And who knows? Maybe it’ll come true.
13
GLYNDON
Something moves between my legs and I mumble a whine.
It thickens and I startle awake. At first, I’m disoriented, my mind foggy with sleep and my response slower than a vintage train.
But I don’t get to react.
A shadow looms over me, large and threatening. He pulls my legs apart with a strong hand and I open my mouth to shriek, but he slams a palm over it.
Terror courses through me and I begin to hyperventilate. My heart thunders to life with frightening intensity.
I scream, but the only sound that comes out is a haunted muffled noise.
He expertly removes my knickers and I try kicking my legs, but he slaps them, forcing me to remain in place. His finger traces my folds and I close my eyes with shame.
“Mmm. I knew you’d be soaking wet, baby. Were you fantasizing about how I’d come through the window and deflower this tight little cunt?”