Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Who says I’m screwing around?” He turns me over so I’m on my back, my wrists in his hands. He’s too bare and too tempting to be this close to me, moving against me.
“Whatever this is, stop it.” I’m fighting so hard I’m out of breath, but he barely has to put up a fight to hold me down.
“You know something? Half the girls in school would give up a kidney to be where you are right now.” He pins my wrists over my head before draping his body over mine. Oh, God, why does he have to be so hot? Trying to fight him is twice as much of a struggle thanks to that.
“Then bother one of them. I have to study for our exam!”
“Would you relax already? There’s more to life than studying.” He rolls his hips and his bulge rubs against my inner thigh. “Like this.”
The heat he already brought to life is feeling more like an inferno. I have to ignore it. “You know this is wrong. Why do you keep doing this?”
“I don’t give a shit what’s wrong or right. Haven’t you figured that out?” He lowers his head until our lips are almost touching. “Besides, you don’t care that it’s wrong. Don’t pretend. I know you want me.”
“No.” I turn my face away, cringing when his mouth skims my jaw. Oh, God, how much do I want to say fuck it and let him do what he wants? I don’t know how strong I can be. That’s why it has to stop now. “Get off me.”
“You know, I could do whatever I want to you right now.” With a firm grip on my wrists, he nuzzles my throat, his lips caressing my skin. “And there’s nothing you could do about it.”
“That’s not true.”
“No?” He grinds himself against me again, and this time my breath catches. He notices, the bastard, chuckling at the sound. “Then go ahead. Scream. Scream your head off, so Lucy comes in to see why you’re screaming.”
“You’re sick.”
“No, I’m thinking of her best interests. You don’t want her knowing about this, do you? It would fuck her head up all over the place.”
“Stop,” I beg, close to tears.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you? I know what it looks like when a virgin’s dying to give it up. Don’t you think it’s been too long already?” He laughs at my nipples through my tank top. They were hard already but now, fuck me, they’re like bullets.
“Not like this. Not with you.”
His head snaps up, an ugly snarl twisting his otherwise handsome face. “Not with me?” He lets go of my wrists, but there’s no time to be relieved because he chooses now to yank down my pants and my panties along with them. I slap at his hands, trying desperately to kick him off, but I might as well be kicking air. He’s possessed. Nothing is going to stop him.
“Don’t. Not like this.” Adrenaline floods my system, along with pure dread, when he lowers his shorts and his erect dick springs free. I’ve seen it before, but not like this. Not when he’s on top of me and spreading my legs and ignoring my hushed pleas.
He holds me down with his body before sliding a hand between us.
“Don’t do it,” I beg in a whisper, still trying and failing to buck him off me. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me. You said you weren’t going to hurt me.”
“And I’m not,” he grunts from behind clenched teeth. I feel him down there, pressing against me, and all of a sudden he fills me up.
I squeeze my eyes shut, biting down on my lip as he works his way into me. My God. I didn’t think he would actually do it.
“Holy shit,” he sighs, sounding almost blissful. “So tight. So tight for me. This is what you wanted? Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”
He pulls back a little before driving in again. I didn’t know there would be this feeling of fullness, like I’m being stretched so far I might tear. What if he makes me bleed? What if he hurts me worse than that?
“No,” he grunts. “I bet you wanted to be romanced and all that shit.” He slams forward again, and I let out a whimper. Tears roll down the sides of my face and soak into my hair. “Is that what you wanted? Tell me.”
“No.” I moan, shaking my head. “I didn’t. It hurts.”
“You’re still disappointed, huh? Don’t worry. It won’t hurt much longer.” I barely have time to take a breath before he enters me again. Again. Filling me, stretching me, hurting me.
I close my eyes again and more tears squeeze their way out from between my lashes. It hurts, but there’s something else. With every thrust, every time he invades me, it hurts a little less—and feels a little better. Every time his body is flush with mine and he grinds against my clit it almost feels good. I don’t know what’s going to win out, pain or pleasure.