Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
He pulls his soft cock from my lips and smears some of the come left behind onto the beating pulse in my throat. A moment later, he’s hauling me up against his body, dragging his thumb over my lips.
“I’m a sick fuck,” he growls. “And so are you, Stella. I put you through hell to amuse myself, and yet you keep crawling through the coals for just one more second of my attention. It’s goddamned pathetic.”
His words slice through my starving heart like a machete. He may as well have gut punched me. And it occurs to me now that it’s too late to protect myself. This man already has the power to hurt me, and not only does he know that, he takes pleasure in it.
“Fuck you.” My voice cracks, betraying my emotion. “You think I don’t know who you’re really talking about—”
My tirade is cut short when his lips clash with mine, hot and fierce and possessive. Against all rational thought, I melt into him. He’s a broken shell of a man. I knew it the first time I saw him, and regardless of his cruelty, I still want to take his pain away. But what about me? What about my pain?
He kisses me until I’m breathless and my lips are bruised. I kiss him back because he’s right. I am fucked up.
“I hate you,” I murmur against him.
“Say it like you mean it,” he chastises. “You think I haven’t noticed you’re wearing one of my tee shirts you dirty little pervert? You’re obsessed with me.”
My lips remain sealed despite my self-preservation screaming at me to deny the obvious.
“That’s what I thought,” he says. “Now quit faking it and tell me you want to please me.”
My head is telling me to say no, but my heart blurts out the answer before I can even think about it.
“I do.”
“Come to my house at noon tomorrow,” he tells me. “And be ready to spread your legs for me.”
IT’S two minutes before noon when I arrive at Sebastian’s door. Though it was an adrenaline rush to sneak across campus, knocking on his door is an entirely different beast. I have no doubt that he chose this time because the majority of the school is at the football game, but even so, there’s always the possibility of getting caught.
Located on the far northeast corner of campus, his house is the most secluded in the teacher’s village. I catalogued most of the details inside from my last visit, but I wonder if anything has changed. Focusing on that simple thought calms the raging beat of my heart when Sebastian opens the door.
Today, he’s wearing dark wash jeans, a black polo shirt, and a downright predatory gaze. His eyes sweep over my crushed red velvet skirt and thin cream-colored blouse. I wonder if he can tell that I’m wearing nothing else beneath it. He opens the door wider, wordlessly cocking his head to the side to gesture me in. I follow his silent command and pause on the threshold of his living room, waiting for his next instruction. Sebastian seems to sense my uncertainty, and he makes a point to let me know.
“This is your last chance to back out, Stella. You can still run away, and from now on, we will be nothing more than strangers.”
“We’ll never be strangers, Sebastian.” I meet his gaze head on. “You’ve been inside me.”
His eyes pool with an undeniable hunger, but as bad as I think he wants this, I’m also certain he wishes I would set him free. He’ll never admit that he’s just as fucked as I am. I came here today with the understanding that he will do everything in his power to push me away. Logically, I’m prepared for it, but emotionally, I think Sebastian Carter might be the death of me.
“So you’ve made your choice then?” he asks. “You want to continue down this path with the understanding that it can only end in catastrophe?”
“I’m handing you the loaded gun,” I reply. “Now what are you going to do with it?”
“Shoot, Stella,” he answers mournfully. “I always shoot.”
“All good love stories end in tragedy.” I swallow.
His eyes flare, and his features turn to stone. “This isn’t a love story, baby. It’s just a tragedy. Now take off your clothes or leave.”
Piece by piece, I remove every shred of clothing I have on until I’m standing before him naked and vulnerable, just how he likes me. This is his game, and I am his perfect little doll.
“Kneel.” He points at the floor. “Spread your legs so I can see your pussy.”
The position is awkward and exposing, but I do as he bids, never breaking eye contact. For every challenge he issues, I will rise to the occasion. For every harsh command, I will work to prove myself to him. And until he sees that, I’m not giving up on Sebastian Carter.