Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“I told you I was tired of waiting,” he growls. “I wanted to have a good game and then celebrate between your prissy little thighs, but fuck that plan. Maybe it’s better this way. I need something to take my mind off what happened on the field, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” His fingers drop to the hem of his T-shirt, dragging it up his muscular chest and over his head before dropping it to the plush carpet.
My mouth turns bone dry, making it impossible to swallow down the fear that chokes me. “Not like this.”
His lips lift into a smile. It’s cruel around the edges and doesn’t reach the hard glint that shines in his eyes. “Don’t be such a damn baby. I promise, you’ll enjoy every moment.”
Even if he weren’t drunk, it’s doubtful that would be the case. Jasper isn’t the type of guy to think about anyone else’s pleasure but his own.
Before I can jumpstart my brain and formulate a plan, he lunges. His hard body slams into mine before we crash onto the bed. His heavy weight pins me to the mattress, making it difficult to draw air into my lungs. There’s barely enough room to slip my hands between our bodies before flattening my palms against his chest and attempting to dislodge him.
“Get off!” I scream.
“Settle the fuck down,” he snaps, shifting to subdue me.
“No! I don’t want to do this.”
Any minute, my heart will explode. Then again, maybe that would be for the best. I can’t imagine living through something like this. The idea of him forcing himself inside my body—especially in anger—makes me want to vomit. Every time I look into my eyes and glimpse the hollowness, I’ll be reminded of what he stole from me.
“Sure, you do. You’re such a fucking tease.”
He’s delusional.
When I continue to fight, he reaches for my wrists.
I grunt, trying to buck him off, but nothing happens. He doesn’t budge an inch. Jasper probably has a solid seventy pounds on me. He’s not going anywhere. Tears of rage and disbelief prick my eyes.
Just as his fingers lock around one wrist, I slip my leg between his and bring my knee up, slamming it into his crotch with as much force as I can muster.
“Fuck!” he moans, rolling to the side. As soon as he hits the mattress, he curls up into a tight ball and groans.
The second his weight disappears, I suck a breath of fresh air into my lungs before scrambling off the bed. On shaky legs, I race to the door and yank the handle. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, making it feel as if I have the strength of a thousand men.
“Get your ass back here, you dumb bitch,” he hisses.
Yeah…like that’s going to happen.
“Fuck you,” I spit, escaping over the threshold.
Once I step onto the marble tile of the hallway and I’m no longer trapped in the master suite, a tidal wave of relief crashes over me, nearly weakening my knees. It’s tempting to slide to the floor and find my bearings, but I force my legs into movement. The need to put as much space between us as possible thrums through me like a steady drumbeat. It’s all I’m cognizant of. My brain somersaults, unable to process what just happened, as I race through the echoing corridor, blindly passing by groups of drunk classmates.
I can’t believe he tried to force himself on me.
The thought rings hollowly throughout my head until focusing on anything else becomes impossible. The acidic taste of bile rises in my throat, making me sick to my stomach. Would he have actually gone through with it?
Every instinct is screaming that he would have. He was drunk and angry. It’s a lethal combination. He’s been pushing me for weeks to finally sleep with him. Tonight turned out to be the perfect storm, and everything exploded.
Someone calls my name, but I don’t bother glancing around. I can’t. I just need to get the hell out of here. I’m terrified that Jasper will find me. By the time I reach the kitchen, the music is so loud that it vibrates in my skull and bones. With my head angled down, I weave through the press of people. Normally, this room feels large and spacious. That’s no longer the case. Any moment, the walls will press in on me and I won’t be able to breathe. A wave of dizziness overtakes me, attempting to drag me under. It’s only when I reach the double story entryway that my heartbeat begins to slow.
When my name is called for a second time, I ignore it again, surging forward. My trembling fingers wrap around the brushed nickel handle before yanking open the door and stumbling onto the front porch, past the concrete balusters and potted mums. Cool night air rushes over my heated cheeks. I’m so relieved to be out of there that a fresh wave of tears stings my eyes.