Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
3
DREW
Iwas trying to be a gentleman when I gave her a week, but my ability to hold myself back after two days has frayed. I'm itching to touch her porcelain skin. Hell, at this point, I’d take even a glimpse of her. Call me selfish, I don’t give a fuck. All I wanted to do was protect her, and like all the good things in my life, it backfired and exploded in my face. I’ve done everything I possibly can to try to fix this, but with every day that passes, the space between us grows, and I need her. I need her so badly it fucking hurts to breathe. It’s wrong, but I’d do anything to touch her, hold her in my arms, even if it would result in her pushing me away. I’m just that fuckin’ selfish.
I won't apologize for being me or for trying to do the right thing. Not when she has no idea, not even from their brief encounter, what my father is capable of. I can’t lie to myself anymore. My life is in shambles, and like a sinking ship, everyone is jumping overboard. I’m the captain, though. I’m supposed to sink with the fucking ship.
Sebastian isn’t speaking to me. Lee is keeping his distance so he doesn't feel like he's taking anyone's side, and I don't even think Aries has a fucking clue what is happening. I will say he definitely feels the tension and notices Seb's absence. Per usual, he likes to act as the fixer and keeps trying to get us into the same room to hash it out, but that’s been a complete failure so far.
I scrub my hands over my face, letting out a groan of frustration, then I stand and grab a T-shirt from the dresser. Today is the day. There won’t be any more hiding, Flower. I'm going to find you and pluck all your beautiful petals so you can never escape me… Whatever patience I had is gone now, and since my father has been out of town for a couple of days, this might be my only opportunity to capture her.
It will be a challenge since she's not back at school yet, but I’m confident I can lure her out of Seb's lockdown at home. Fuck me. I just need to see her. It's fucked, completely fucked, especially after my father's revelation, but I don't care. I need to see her to ensure she's okay. At least that's what I tell myself. Things haven't changed for me, despite all that has happened. Right now, all that matters to me is seeing her and telling her the truth. I have to make her believe me, to make her understand there was no other choice.
I finish dressing and press down on the edge of the bed, shoving my feet into my black boots. I lace them up tight, then grab my jacket and yank up the hood. I’ve been doing everything I can to keep a lower profile across campus. If I walk to the other side of campus to catch a ride app, then it's less likely someone will report back to dear ole dad, and after the party, I’ve learned that I can’t trust anyone. So fuck people.
My phone vibrates in my pocket as I jog down the stairs, thankful no one is up yet. Before heading out the door, I grab a granola bar and premade protein shake from the fridge. I walk quickly down the long gravel driveway to the main campus. Halfway through my walk, I open my phone and check the messages, hoping against hope that Bel’s finally answered me with something other than “fuck off.”
I find no such thing. The campus is still pretty quiet, and as I walk, my gaze snags on the library building, but I quickly look away, the memories bubbling up even though I try to block them out. Those bookshelves, the scent of Bel’s fear turning me on…
Fuck. I’m fucked up. I don't think I can fix this, not when my own biology is fighting against me here. It's so messed up but I still want her. I still get unbelievably hard when I think about pressing her into those books. I can still feel her pussy clenching around me, tightening, swallowing every drop of cum, proving how much she needs me.
I can’t lie and say I haven’t stroked my cock to the image of her. In my eyes, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change a fucking thing. I’m sick, fucked up, demented. All I can ask myself is… is it because of my dad?
Does coveting Bel make me a sick and twisted monster like my father? It should. I’m obsessed, unhinged with the desire to fuck and own a woman who I’ve fallen for that might now be my goddamn sister. My stomach twists painfully, and I want to vomit, but I can’t ignore the hardness growing between my legs or the way my heartbeat speeds up.