Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Dre had the same constant sad look about her as she stared up into the cloudless sky. I felt downright feral and was overcome with a need to possess her, OWN her—even if only temporarily.
Even if it was just for tonight.
My throbbing cock agreed.
I watched her profile as she bit down on the end of her pen, deep in thought. She might have been fragile in body and spirit, but her mouth…her mouth was an entirely different story. Cocky, snarky. Maybe it was the contrast between that bold attitude and her weakness that had me imagining all the things that mouth could do if she were on her knees looking up at me.
She paused her pen and was staring up at the stars. With her back to me she sat up on her knees, her t-shirt rode up on her, exposing her concave stomach and a flash of white cotton panties, the outline of her pussy lips clearly visible through the thin fabric. I palmed my aching cock through my pants and mentally reminded myself that it wasn’t a good idea to come in my pants like some fucking kid.
I couldn’t stay away anymore. Whether she hated me or not… There was no staying away. Not anymore.
Dre didn’t see me coming as I stepped out of the wooded backyard and into the light.
She wouldn’t see me until it was too late.
I shouldn’t fuck her.
I knew I shouldn’t.
But I’m going to anyway…
I came up behind her and peered over her shoulder as she’s yet again scribbling away in the notebook. That’s when I realized she was crying. Her shoulders were shaking and the ink on the page is smeared with her tears…and her blood. A small razor blade in her hand as small droplets of red fell from her wrist and onto the pages of her letter to someone named, Mellie.
My blood was full on boiling, anger taking over running operation Preppy where lust had just left off when I read the next sentence.
Mellie, I’m so sorry. I can’t go on like this. I won’t. I think I’m ready for it to all be over. This time for good….
After everything, she still wanted to die?
A growl tore from my throat. I gnashed my teeth together, leaning over I ripped the notebook out from under her. She yelped in surprise, but I ignored her. I was dragging her through the back gate into the field before she could utter a single word in protest.
“What are you doing?” she asked, tumbling under my grip. I continued to pull her along side of me through the field.
“You’ll see,” I spat, venom in my usually happy voice.
“Fuck you. Get off of me. You killed him! You killed Conner!” she yelled. “Why? Why didn’t you just leave me there to die when that’s clearly what you want?” Dre asked, her eyes narrowed at me, her posture tight.
“You want to know why I killed him? I’ll fucking tell you why. I pumped three bullets into that motherfucker’s chest because he was touching you, trying to ruin you…” I searched her eyes and ran the backs of my fingers across her cheek. “I was jealous,” I admitted.
“Why?” she asked, anger and confusion marring her beautiful face.
“Why? Because, if anyone is going to ruin you, it’s going to be me.”
“You’re sick,” she spat.
“Oh, Doc. You have no fucking idea,” I said, tightening my grip on her arm. “He hurt you, and he paid for it.”
“You are hurting me!” Dre screamed. I dug my fingers harder into her skin.
“So make me pay.”
“I don’t want this. I don’t want you,” she said, sounding like she was arguing with herself instead of me.
“You have a sick need to kill yourself. I’m going to help you with that.” I lowered my voice to a deep growl. “Meanwhile I have my own sick needs I think you might be able to help me with.”
“No! I hate you,” she spat, as I continued to tug her beside me.
“Good, you can hate me while I fuck you,” I said. “But first things first. My lesson obviously didn’t take in that brain of yours. You want what you want and I can’t stop you,” I said, as we approached the train tracks which were elevated on a mound of gravel several feet off the ground. The warning lights flashed orange, the neon reflective barriers dropped down to cover the service road, while the bells indicating an approaching train clanged away. “And since I can’t stop you, I’m going to help you out. Bullet in the head was so three hours ago. I’ve got something even better in mind now.”
“Wait. What?” she asked, her teeth chattering. “You…you wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?” I said, turning around to face her, almost losing my footing when I noticed the trail of dried tears on her cheeks. I looked away for a fraction of a second to regain my composure. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” I cocked an eyebrow. “You already know that I’ve been there, done that, bought the motherfucking t-shirt, doll.” Her eyes went wide and she made a move to step back. “Oh no, Doc, I read your letter and I saw what you wanted. And remember, I’m nothing if not accommodating.”