Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Cum.
I have someone’s cum dried up on my breasts.
Vaughn is toying with me.
“V-Vaughn?” I whimper.
Discreetly, I reach for my phone and quickly dial Gray. Please answer. Please fucking answer.
Buzzzzz.
Buzzzzz.
Buzzzzz.
I’m frozen when I realize the sounds are coming from under my bed. It’s as though I’m the star of a horror movie. Tearfully, I swipe my tears away when he doesn’t answer. I drop my phone onto the bed and lean over the edge to look. The tip of a black dress shoe peeks out.
No.
No.
Fucking no!
I leap from the bed as far as I can and train the barrel of the gun at the shadow between the floor and the bedframe.
“Get out,” I hiss. “Get out!”
A grunt—a familiar grunt—resounds from underneath the bed. Terror causes my entire body to shake. I’m naked and scared to fucking death but I don’t dare take my gun from the monster under the bed.
“GET OUT!”
A man’s hand slides out from the shadows, strong and powerful. I nearly shoot it on the spot. Now my phone is trapped on the other side of this hand. Stupid! More tears streak out, but I hastily blink them away so I can focus. Slowly, a man slides his very naked body out from beneath my bed. His toned and tattooed chest shimmers with what looks like his spent orgasm. Disgust rises in my throat. The moment I actually see who’s emerging from my bed, I am overcome with betrayal.
“How could you?” I hiss, the gun in my hand wobbling wildly. “You fucking sicko!”
“Violet,” he murmurs as he slowly slides the rest of the way out and stands up. His impressive cock hangs limp and dripping between his powerful thighs. Hours ago, this man was inside me. Owning and loving my body. I trusted him.
“It was you. All of this was you,” I sob.
“Put the gun down, baby,” he whispers.
“I AM NOT YOUR BABY!”
He winces at my tone and starts for me. “Listen to me.”
“Stay back or I’ll shoot your cock off,” I threaten through my tears. As if it reacts to being spoken to, his dick hardens and bobs.
“I love you,” he tells me as if this solves fucking everything.
“You’re a stalker!” I screech. My heart is confused because the look of crushing devastation on his face weighs heavily on me. But my mind is telling me to unload the entire magazine into his psychotic chest.
“Violet.” His blue eyes are tender as he regards me. “I can’t stay away from you. I’m addicted to you.”
“This is insanity, Gray. This is illegal!”
He runs his fingers through his hair and his jaw clenches. I hate how brutally handsome he is. I hate everything about him. This is worse than Vaughn somehow. Vaughn destroyed me straight to my face. Gray has done it behind my back.
A crippling sob ripples through me blurring the world around me. It’s a terrible mistake because I lose sight of him. By the time my eyes clear, he’s on me. His strength overpowers mine, and together we struggle with the weapon. He manages to tackle me to the floor. When my head hits the floor with a thud, the room spins. The gun is torn from my grip.
“Listen to me,” he urges, his voice soft but commanding. I scream and struggle, but he pins my wrists above my head. My entire body convulses in fear. His body is heavy against mine, his erection thick and hard between us. Terror bubbles up inside of me, and I’m transported to so many nights with Vaughn. But instead of hurting me, he kisses my neck. Over and over again. It’s almost worse than Vaughn’s abuse because I like Gray’s kisses. Each one is like a painful stabbing reminder of what we could have had.
“I hate you,” I sob. “I hate you.”
He works his body between my parted thighs. His breath is hot against the shell of my ear. “Liar.”
His single word makes my heart clench. “You ruined everything.”
A whimper escapes me when his cock rubs against my clit. He suckles the flesh just below my ear. Despite my fears and being unable to move my hands, my body betrays me. I’m wet and desperate for his touch.
This is his storm.
I was never meant to escape it.
I’m his to obliterate and destroy.
He’s doing it gently with kisses and love.
“I hate you,” I try again, but my body is wiggling with need. “The moment I escape, I’ll run far away from you.”
He lifts and regards me with a fierce glare as he tortures me with teasing thrusts against my clit. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, Violet. Don’t you see? I’ve committed my heart to you and nothing, fucking nothing, will stand in my way.”
Why do I attract psychos?
Furthermore, why do I love them back?
“Please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for at this point. In the shadows of my mind, I know. My sanity refuses to admit it. “Please…”