Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Shit,” I hiss, yanking out of her.
Cum runs down her inner thigh. Jesus. So fucking hot. And reckless! I’m not reckless. Not with women. Not with sex. I am careful. Fuck.
“I’m clean,” I choke out, frowning down at my seed seeping from her.
“I’m clean too,” she squeaks out, standing up. “It’s okay.” Her cheeks burn bright red with shame. Fuck that.
“Come here,” I demand, pulling her to me. “I’m sorry.”
She stands on her toes and kisses me. “Apology accepted. Do you really have to go?”
“Yeah. Crisis at Harose.”
“I have homework anyway,” she says, pulling up her jeans. “Wake me up when you get home.”
I twist a strand of her blond hair around my finger and tug. “Oh, I will, sweetheart.” I grin wolfishly at her. “You still owe me a blowjob.”
Eight
After grabbing a snack and finishing up some assignments due for school, I take a nap, knowing Ren will wake me up with his tongue when he arrives home.
The past couple of weeks have been the best in my life. I spend most days on schoolwork and every night in a state of bliss. He was unexpected, and we were brought together in the most unconventional of ways. But it feels right. Like I’m supposed to be right here with him.
The sun has set, and the room is shrouded in darkness when I arise from hearing the front door closing. I don’t move, instead wait, holding my breath with anticipation. It’s only been a couple of hours, and I spent one of those sleeping, but I miss him even in sleep. Pathetic.
A silhouette fills the doorway—seconds pass and my heart rate spikes.
The presence in the room feels different, and it doesn’t bring with it the intense longing Ren draws out of me, instead, an ominous chill drapes over my body, blanketing me in unease. Sitting up abruptly when I hear footsteps move across the hardwood floor, a gasp shoots from my lungs and fear trickles into my bloodstream upon realization the form is not Ren’s. I scoot back on the bed until I’m pinned against the headboard. The shadow stalks across the room, stopping at the foot of the bed.
“Who are you?” we both speak in unison.
His voice is curious, bewildered even. It’s not smooth, confident like Ren. And my own is hurried, nervous.
Reaching across the bed, I flick on the lamp to find a well-presented man suited and booted. Blond hair swept neatly across his head, blue eyes gazing down at me.
There’s something off with the way his eyes zone in on the faint marks left on my neck from Ren. Hunger.
“Ren doesn’t usually bring women here.” He frowns. His tongue sweeps out to moisten his lips as he surveys me.
“He made an exception,” I grind out, irritated that he assumes I’m some groupie. “Who are you?” He makes me uncomfortable. I don’t care if he does know Ren. Who just wanders into someone’s bedroom?
“Oh, forgive me, I’m a friend of Ren’s. I was invited here,” he tells me, and then a grin pulls up his lip. Greedy blue eyes scan down my body that’s only covered with an old tee of Ren’s. My legs are bare, gaining his attention. “He left you here for me?” he suddenly announces, a light seemingly going off in his mind. Smirking, he slips out of his jacket and loosens his tie.
No, he fucking didn’t.
Sliding out of the bed, I rush over to where I left my jeans draped over a chair and shove them up my legs.
“What are you doing?” he asks, confused.
“Listen, eh…?”
“William,” he finishes for me, sending a wave of nausea swirling in my stomach.
“William?” I breathe. I’m so frozen in shock by the turn of events it takes me a second to realize he’s advanced across the room and is only a couple of feet from me.
“Your bruises are so pretty. Let me darken them for you,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch me, making me jerk backward in response.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap.
Narrowing his baby blues on me, he takes a step forward. “Don’t play coy, honey, it’s unbecoming.”
Thud, thud, thud.
How could Ren invite him here with no warning—with not being here? He set you up.
No way. He wouldn’t. I haven’t imagined these past two weeks. The way he touches me. Looks at me. That’s not fake. That’s not been lies. He charms people.
No. Makes you see what you want.
No. He’s a liar.
No. No. No.
William grabs at me, his large palms clammy on my skin. Without thought, my knee jerks upright, straight into his crotch. Howling in pain, he hunches over, grabbing his junk.
“You fucking bitch,” he growls. I move past him to grab my shoes and purse and flee. I need to get out of here. To think—to plan—to decide what I’m going to do about Ren. And about William.