Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I take deep breaths as I recover from the frenzied workout we just shared.
I wish I’d been strong enough to resist him. But as I intuited his desires, felt his every sexual wish, I found myself totally submissive to them. In that moment, Luke was my master, and I his humble servant, dedicated to his pleasure. As I tasted his skin, felt his hard girth, all I could think was, Do what you want to me. I’m all yours, Luke Waters.
“This isn’t good,” I say now that I can appreciate just how out of my mind he made me.
“That wasn’t good for you?” Luke asks, sounding skeptical as his brows tug closer together.
I shoot him a dirty look. “Not what I meant, and you know it.”
He only jerked me off and I blew him, but it was more exciting, more fulfilling, than any fuck I’ve ever had. I’m still reeling, my body surging with relief from caving to the urges he’s stirred since that first pickup game.
I fasten my fly, and Luke does the same, but I notice he’s not trying to wipe me off him. He’s still stained with my cum, and I love that just as much as I love the taste that lingers on my tongue.
Fuck this guy for what he’s doing to me.
I’m about to restart my interrogation when he spits out, “Why are you doing this to me?”
The hell?
“What kind of gaslighting bullshit is this? You’re the one fucking with us.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Liar!” His denial evokes an impassioned response that isn’t just feral lust and desire. I start toward him with the same intensity as when I had the blade to his throat.
Not that I would have used it. I wanted to intimidate him into revealing his wicked plan. Being that close to his body, feeling the heat he gives off, taking in his scent, I don’t know that I even have it in me to harm anything that brings my body so much pleasure.
“What did you do to Cody, asshole?” I press.
“What did he do to me?” He moves ever closer, his hands clenched at his sides.
I’m worried all that desire is about to hit me again, but I’m relieved to discover our jerk-off and BJ session quieted those impulses, at least temporarily.
“He was in my fucking head, wasn’t he?” Luke says. “I wasn’t imagining that.”
“Like you don’t already know,” I snarl. Don’t even know where the hell that came from. Like with most things that involve Luke Waters, seems safe to blame him for the primal responses he activates in me.
“Why bring me out here if you’re gonna continue being evasive?”
“Why did you come to St. Lawrence, Luke?”
He looks stunned. “St. Lawrence has one of the best English departments in the country, and I’m an English major.”
“Bullshit.”
His face scrunches up. “They’re ranked third in the US, between Harvard and Yale.”
“I meant that’s a bullshit reason. There’s another one.”
His gaze wanders, and he bites his bottom lip. “My dad went here, okay?”
“I already know that. We did a background check before you came here. And I don’t give a fuck what you tell most people about why you came here. Why did you really come here? What are you trying to do to us?”
His head jerks back, his eyes widening. “You guys are the ones fucking with me. Seth that day on the field. Cody bringing up all that horrible shit from my childhood. And then you…you…look what you just made me do.”
He might as well have slapped me. “Made you do?”
“I told you: I’m straight.”
“You think you’re the first guy who’s ever told me that?” Although I must admit, when he said it, that made messing around even hotter.
“I’ve known I’m straight as well as I’ve known anything about myself, but suddenly I come here, and I…” He glances at the house, lowering his voice when he turns back to me. “You’re doing something with my head like your friends did. Like when Seth made me back down from fighting you. Is that your game? You find straight guys and make them hard for you? I hope you know what that makes you: a fucking sexual predator.”
It’s a sobering accusation, and his scowl appears sincere. In case there is any truth to what he’s saying, I quickly defend myself. “I don’t have the ability to make anyone attracted to me. My power makes people’s desire for me stronger, but it must already be present. So yeah, I’ve helped a few bi and gay guys figure their shit out, but I’m not coercing people to fuck them against their will, so don’t put this on me.”
He’s still eyeing me suspiciously, like he doesn’t buy it. If this is an act, he’s damn convincing.
What am I saying? It has to be a fucking act!