Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“You here to stick around this time, Adelaide, or are you just going to leave and fuck everyone up again?” Troy demanded to know as Zyla slid him a beer.
I clenched my jaw. He didn’t know shit. “Watch yourself,” I snarled at him.
“She’s not going any fucking where,” Tristan snapped, shooting his cousin a nasty look. I fisted my hands but forced them to relax. I just needed a plan to make Tristan fucking get rid of me for good. I needed to destroy him. I couldn’t keep going round and round in this endless, vicious cycle. Vin was dead. The threat hanging over my head was gone.
I just wanted out. Away. This cycle was heartbreaking, and I couldn’t keep doing it.
I got up from the stool and sighed. “I need my own clothes,” I informed Tristan.
He smirked. “I like you in mine.”
I huffed in aggravation, not enjoying his playfulness. “I still need my own,” I retorted, not playing his game.
We stared at each other for a good minute, and when he realized I wasn’t in the mood for his shit, he blew out a breath. “Give me fifteen minutes to grab a shower, and then, we can go shopping.”
“Shopping?” I asked incredulously. “I just need you to take me to my place to get my things,” I told him. I didn’t want him spending a dime on anything. I had clothes at the apartment Vin had housed me in. Since I was now gone and Vin was dead, I doubted anyone was guarding it, waiting on me to come home.
Tristan shook his head at me. “I’m not taking you anywhere near Vin’s territory, Addy. It’s too fucking dangerous considering I just potentially started a war by shooting him yesterday. So, we’re going shopping.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled, not in the mood to argue with him further. I was still tired, my body still begging for rest.
“In the meantime, ask Zyla if she’s got something you can wear. You two should be about the same size.”
I only closed my eyes as I turned away from him.
I needed out. Needed freedom.
Eyes burned into the side of my head, and when I turned, my eyes locked with River’s again. And we stared at each other until my shoulders drooped a little, some of the tension bleeding from my shoulders.
As it turned out, Zyla and I were the exact same size since I had lost so much weight in the year that I had been gone. I hadn’t been properly fed, only allowed to eat when Vin allowed me to. He’d done everything in his power to tear me down and make me weak.
And he had accomplished it. Vin had ruined me.
I opened the door to Tristan’s room to find him buckling his belt, his shirt tossed on the bed. I swallowed thickly, my grip tightening on the door handle as my eyes trailed over him. I may not have wanted to be in a relationship with Tristan, but I couldn’t deny that he still turned me on. He was well built, his muscles rippling with every move he made.
“You continue to fuck me with those pretty eyes, Addy baby, and we won’t be going shopping for a few more hours,” Tristan huskily warned me.
My eyes snapped up to his, and I subconsciously licked my lips. I wanted this, at least. I wanted a distraction. Something familiar.
And I was familiar with having sex.
With a muttered curse, Tristan walked over to me, his hand sliding into my hair as he tilted my head back, his lips sliding against my own. I moaned softly, my body curving into his as he closed the bedroom door, pushing me against it as he easily lifted me, his lips attacking mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my hands clutching at his shoulders as his tongue slid against mine, making my body shudder against his.
This. This was what I needed for at least a little while. There was nothing to sex. It didn’t require much thought, and there didn’t have to be emotions involved. It was nothing more than a transaction of mutual orgasms.
Tristan grabbed the bottom of the shirt I was wearing and tugged it over my head, tossing it to the floor. I whimpered as he ran his rough, calloused hands over my smooth skin.
He was distracting but not distracting enough. My mind kept flitting to other shit, burying me further in my internal torment.
Even though I was no longer in the mood, in very little time, my clothes were on the floor, and Tristan had me on my back on his bed. His hands ran over my body, and he kept teasing me by going so close to where I wanted his fingers the most and then retreating.
I released a frustrated sigh, and finally, he moved over me, his eyes meeting mine. He slowly slid into me, and I sucked in a sharp breath of air, arching my back off of the bed as my walls clutched at him, my body desperate for a release. A release that was all my own, of all my own control, even if my mind was no longer in this.