Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
“Not so fucking fast. We’re not done here.”
“Fuck you,” I cry grabbing the hair in his hand and trying to rip it free. “Get your hands off me, Landon.”
“I’m gonna have a lot more than my hands on you, Parker.” He yanks me back against his legs like I weigh nothing, my scalp screaming in pain since that’s what he’s using to control me. “I’m gonna have my cock in every fucking one of your holes. I will own you,” he says, reaching his other hand down to caress my face as he spews his depraved words. “Be a good girl and I’ll make it good for you.”
Tears well up in my eyes.
This is what I was afraid of when he broke into my house, but this time there’s no door between us.
I could scream, but I doubt anyone downstairs would hear me over the loud music.
I still have my purse. I could call someone for help, but not if I can’t get away from him. It’s not like he’ll wait patiently while I text someone to come save me, and as soon as I grab my phone, he’ll take it from me.
I need a door between us.
I look down the hall. There are plenty of doors in this hallway. We’re just steps away from Hannah’s old bedroom. There’s a lock on her door. All I need is enough time to get to it.
He’s faster than I am, though. Landon is an athlete and I’m definitely not. Do I really want to lead him into a bedroom with a locked door?
Every move I could make has bad odds.
I’m still on my knees pulled back against his legs, but I’m jarred from my thoughts when Landon starts moving me. I try to get my feet under me, but he shoves me back before I can, then follows me down on the ground, pinning me to the floor.
No.
“Landon,” I say, my voice shaky as he releases my hair and slides his hands up the backs of my thighs. I wore a stupid dress tonight, so his hands find my ass with ease, nothing but the thin barrier of my panties protecting me.
He pushes my legs apart and moves between them, then grabs my hips and holds onto me so he can grind his cock against me.
“Do you know how fucking annoying it is that I want you?” he asks. “You’re the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met. I can’t stand you, and yet I want my cock inside you enough to commit fucking crimes to accomplish it.”
My heart is in my throat as I push his hands away, but it’s a maddening waste of effort. I push them off, and then he’s touching me again somewhere else.
Tiring of my resistance, he uses one hand to restrain mine above my head like he did when he had me against the wall, and the other to shove my dress up until he can see my panties.
“No,” I cry, seeing his intentions a moment before he places a hand on my belly, then slides it down into my panties. “No. Landon, please. Please stop.”
I’m horrified by my own begging, but it gives him pause. His hand is hot and possessive over my pelvic bone, but it doesn’t slide lower to actually violate me. Not yet, anyway.
“What are you willing to offer me?” he murmurs.
I’m too afraid to immediately comprehend. “What?”
“You don’t want me to play with your pussy? Then you had better make a counteroffer that I find attractive.”
“I don’t… I don’t know what you want.”
He holds my gaze. “Sure you do.”
When I don’t immediately speak, his fingers inch lower. “Wait,” I cry, my heart hammering in my chest, panic making my brain blank so I can’t think of anything to offer. “I… I… I’ll…”
“You’ll kiss me,” he suggests, since I’m struggling to generate any ideas.
I nod, though my stomach sinks. I still haven’t kissed anyone yet. I’ve tried, but Landon doesn’t let me date. He has never told me I’m not allowed to date, but the only guys I’ve ever agreed to go out with have mysteriously changed their minds after having run-ins with him. It’s not hard to piece together what happened.
I did once, but now I don’t want it to be him.
He’s not leaving me much room to negotiate, though.
“You better make it convincing,” he says as he leans in close.
I feel sick to my stomach and fluttery at the same time. I reach up tentatively and touch his face. It’s not the first kiss I want, but it’s the one I’m getting, so I might as well at least make it good for myself.
My heart slams to a halt, then flies into overdrive when his lips meet mine. His lips are soft and full and perfect. He could be mean and forceful, but he’s not. He kisses me like we’re lovers, making my fool heart flutter like it would have if he’d kissed me this way years ago.