Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I walked out into the room and found Travis lying back on the bed, watching television. He was shirtless, and his shoes and socks were tossed across the room. He had one arm thrown over his head, and his other hand had the remote pointed at the TV, scrolling through the channels.
He looked over at me, his eyes darkening as he slowly took me in. “You should take that towel off and come over here,” he said, his voice husky and deep, making me tingle.
I glared at him, searing anger flaring in my eyes. I was furious and tired. I felt neglected. I felt unloved and uncared for. I just wanted to go the fuck to sleep and not be used for a good fuck.
“Fuck off,” I spat, walking over to the desk to get my pajamas.
I didn’t hear him get up, so I was shocked as hell when I felt him grab my arm and spin me around, shoving me against the wall. I flinched in pain. “Don’t start with the bitchiness, Katie. I frankly don’t have the fucking patience for it.”
I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. Fuck, it was like he was made of steel. “Then don’t fucking put up with it,” I ground out between clenched teeth. “Fucking let go of me.”
He yanked the towel off of me and tossed it across the room. I squeaked in shock when he lifted me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him so I wouldn’t fall, my hands clutching at his shoulders as my wide eyes connected with his. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is but lose it,” he growled, his tone a warning that I didn’t heed.
“Fucking make me,” I sneered.
I hadn’t even noticed him undoing his jeans, but suddenly he was inside of me in one swift thrust. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. He kicked his clothes off and strode over to the bed, still inside of me. We fell onto the bed, but he didn’t move to continue what he had started. He just leaned up on his elbows and looked down at me.
“Katie, baby,” he murmured, making my heart clench in my chest, “why do you keep doing this? I was nice to you when Ray almost raped you.” I looked away from him. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes back to his. “I was nothing but caring when I took your virginity. I kept you alive instead of killing you when I had the chance. I made sure every need and want of yours was taken care of. I tried to comfort you when you found out your dad was killed. I even took you back to the fucking Bloody Royals, despite my hatred for them.” A lump formed in my throat, but I would not cry. I wouldn’t cry in front of him again. But he was ripping me the fuck apart. I couldn’t do this with him. “I’ve agreed to let you stay with me for as long as you need. Hell, if you want to stay forever, then feel free. I even wiped away your tears when you told me about Zachary, and I tried to comfort you when you ran to your room crying after talking to the club attorney. So, why in the world do you keep pushing me away?”
I was no longer turned on. I didn’t want a fucking declaration of love. I didn’t want him to care about me. I refused to let myself care about him. I wouldn’t end up like my father. He was devastated when my mother passed away. He cried himself to sleep every night over her – even years later.
Love broke the strongest man I had ever known. It tore him apart when she died, and he lost a part of himself with her. I would not allow myself to end up like him.
“Get off of me,” I spat, shoving his shoulders.
He sighed and rolled over onto his back. “So, that’s it?” he asked me as I got dressed in my pajamas. “You’re not going to answer me? You’re just going to give me the fucking cold shoulder?”
I glared at him. “Fuck off, Travis.”
I walked out of the room and into the living room area. I found a blanket and a pillow and curled up on the couch. I refused to fall in love. I refused to let myself care for someone else. It only left a person heartbroken and sad for the rest of their life. I wouldn’t allow that to happen to myself. Unlike my father, I would protect my heart for the rest of my life, and I wouldn’t ever allow someone to get close enough to me to wound me like my mother’s death had wounded my dad.