Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
But right now, that doesn’t seem so important. Maybe because I know her better. Maybe because I have heard the sort of shit she’s had to live with all this time. Her own father, threatening to tell everybody she killed her mother. How can that not fuck a person up?
Once the worst of the damage is wiped away, I turn back to the sink to rinse the washcloth. “I hope Tiana owns a lot of sunglasses,” I mutter, snickering. “Maybe somebody got it on video. Now that, I would pay to see.”
“You mean for once, maybe somebody documented something that wouldn’t completely humiliate me? Tell me more,” she whispers. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and she looks away, frowning.
“She deserves it, and you know she does. A taste of her own medicine.” When I turn back to her, it’s not me she’s looking at.
It’s a box of razors in the medicine cabinet. Disposable blades, not the kind she’s used to using, but still. If she wanted to inflict a little damage on herself, she would only have to press hard enough to do it. And I’m sure she knows that.
“I know you’re not thinking about using one of those.” I watch her reflection, the way her gaze widens before darting away. She knows she’s been caught, and I almost resent her for thinking I’m stupid. Like I wasn’t going to notice.
She’s looking at the floor when I take her chin and tip it upward until we are eye to eye. “Don’t even think about it,” I mutter, and something about the possessiveness in my voice surprises even me. It’s no wonder she looks so surprised. “You are not going to do that anymore. Do you understand? Say it.”
“I… I mean…” She lowers her gaze, swallowing hard.
“I’m not letting go until you agree not to do it again. And if you don’t think I’ll check every fucking day,” I warn, “you’re mistaken. If I have to follow you everywhere, that’s what I’ll do. You will not make a single move on your own if I even suspect you’re going to harm yourself. You don’t do that anymore. Understood?”
Her wide eyes find mine, searching for understanding. How is she supposed to find it when I don’t understand myself? “Why does this matter so much?” she whispers.
Good question. I wish I knew the answer.
The best I can do is back her against the counter and wedge a leg between hers, letting my hands run up her bare sides, savoring the way she shivers at my touch. “Because you’re mine, or have you already forgotten?” I growl, my dick going hard when she shivers again, and her gaze falls on my mouth. “And I don’t like other people fucking with what’s mine. Understood?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I take her by the back of her head, burying my hand in her strawberry blonde curls. “Do you understand?” I ask again.
The best she can do is offer a soft squeak before my free hand finds her bra clasp and pops it open. Her lips part so she can release a soft, deep sigh when I cup one of her perfect tits, weighing it in my hand before brushing my thumb over the tip of her stiffening nipple.
It goes fully hard as she arches her back like she’s giving herself to me. Of course she is, because this is what she wants. It’s what she needs.
And what do I need? At the moment, I need to hear her moan. I need to remind myself of what I just told her, that she is mine to do with as I please. That means lowering my head so my mouth can replace my hand, tugging her nipple with my pursed lips, flicking with my tongue until her hands find my head so she can hold me closer, pull me in tighter, make my scalp tingle as her nails graze it.
“Oh, yes,” she whispers, and I love the sound. The way she gives in so completely, knowing she’s fully in the moment with me. No hesitation, no questioning. The pursuit of what her body wants.
Right now, her body wants me, judging by the way her hips begin to move.
“What is it you want?” I whisper before switching to her other nipple so I can tease it with my tongue. Fuck, she tastes so good. I could live off the taste of her skin alone. Something about her wakes up something in me, a part of me that craves and needs deeper than I’ve ever needed anything. This is more than getting my dick wet. It’s more intense, addictive.
She doesn’t answer in words—no, she turns her face away like she’s ashamed, but she also bears down on my leg to rub her pussy against it harder than before. She can’t deny it any more than I can.