Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Which he definitely does not. “Please, I’m not in the mood for this,” I whisper, remembering where I left our parents. “And they are right downstairs, so you might want to be quiet.”
“Thanks for the advice, but I think I can handle myself.” We have very different opinions on that. I’m smart enough to hold my tongue.
Once I’ve closed the door and flipped on a light besides the one on the nightstand, I take off my trainers. “Why did you leave when you did?”
“You honestly have to ask that question? Come on,” he groans, shaking his head while wearing a knowing smirk. “You know why. Don’t make me say it out loud.”
“No, please. Now I’m interested.”
“Because your mother is an embarrassment.” He flashes a grin. “There. Happy?”
“If you think that’s going to hurt my feelings, you’ve wasted your breath.”
“Oh, no. I don’t think that’ll hurt your feelings at all. I see the way you react to her. Somebody needs to set her straight.” I have to force myself to look at him, and when I do, it’s in time to watch his jaw go tight.
“Don’t go thinking it has to be you,” I warn. “Yes, she’s embarrassing, but she’s my mom and she’s your dad’s wife,” I add. There’s something too satisfying about the way he shudders. What a baby.
“I know you’re not giving me advice right now. I know that’s not what’s happening.” He swings his legs over the side of the bed, and I can tell I’m in trouble. When am I going to learn to just keep my mouth shut in front of him? I can think anything I want, but I can’t say it out loud. Wasn’t I just thinking about keeping him in a good mood, or at least not pushing him into a bad one? Yet there I go, running my mouth—and for what? To defend Mom?
“Now that you mention it,” he continues, looking me up and down. “I did miss dinner, and I am hungry.”
“You should’ve made something when you got home. You had plenty of time.” Something inside tells me he’s not really thinking about food. Not when there’s a wicked light in his eyes.
“I would rather eat you, Elliana.” He drags out each syllable, letting them roll over his tongue. “What do you think about that?”
What do I think? I think I should run screaming from the room. I think he needs to have his head examined.
I think he’s going to do it whether I want him to or not.
“Why do you have to do this?” I ask anyway, because I have to at least try to get through to him.
“Because I want to,” he replies, lifting a shoulder. Like it’s the most obvious thing ever. “And because you don’t have a choice unless you want the whole school to see your bare tits. Among other things.” He chuckles at the way my face goes hot with humiliation.
“Listen,” he grunts, his chuckles dying all at once. “You might be the only living, breathing woman to get offended at somebody wanting to eat them out. I like the way you smell. I like the way you tasted on my fingers.”
Despite my horror, his simple statement sets fire to my pussy. I go blazing hot down there, hotter than the flush covering my face, hotter than anything has ever made me feel.
“Now get on the bed,” he concludes, staring me down while my skin crawls and my pulse picks up speed. “And take off your jeans. Let’s see how quiet you can be once I get to work. There’s no party to drown you out this time.”
When I don’t move fast enough, he’s off the bed, taking me by the arm and dragging me over before shoving me backward hard enough to make me bounce. “Quit wasting time,” he grunts, unbuttoning my jeans.
How is it always like this? How does he manage to get the upper hand every time? I don’t have a prayer of winning. I shouldn’t bother trying.
If I let him do what he wants, he’ll go away. I lift my hips so he can pull my jeans down until they fall past my feet onto the floor. “There it is,” he whispers, sounding almost reverential as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me. “There’s that pussy. Take off your panties,” he demands, already breathing harder than before. Is this all it takes? I can’t understand it.
My hands shake, but I manage to tug the waistband down over my hips and my butt before slowly pulling them down. I could die of shame, I really could, knowing I’m on full display for him. Of all people.
The worst part? I don’t have a choice. He’ll go through with his threats. I know he will. I have to do this, no matter how it makes me want to die.