Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I looked back at him, trying to understand what had happened.
“Tink”—his eyes bored into me with a darkness in them I hadn’t seen before—“if you don’t go to your room, I’m gonna toss your sweet ass on the sofa and fuck you. I came here to get you safe. Now, go.”
The spark was back, and this time, it was between my legs. My eyes flew open in surprise. Was he really threatening me with that? Didn’t most women beg him for it?
“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned, taking a step toward me.
I didn’t move. Although I was tempted to throw myself at him. I could forget that he’d called me slow. I could forget everything if he would just touch me again. Make me feel like he had before. I’d never had the sensation his words were causing course through me. It was exciting, intoxicating. I wanted more of it.
“You want fucked? Is that it? You want me to jerk that sorry excuse for a skirt up, rip your panties off, and slam my cock inside that needy pussy?”
My knees went weak, and I reached out and grasped for the only thing near me, which happened to be Micah’s arm.
Micah grabbed my waist and pushed me back against the wall before placing one palm flat on the space beside my head while his other hand slid between my legs. I let out a gasp as his fingers slid inside my panties.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned.
My face felt like it was on fire while I was panting through the pleasure of being touched there. It was a mix of emotions. I was sure I wasn’t supposed to be that wet down there, but the way he was making me feel as he worked his finger inside of me made me not care.
He bowed his head and hissed, “Damn, baby, that’s a tight little cunt.”
My hips began to work on their own, wanting more of him.
“Keep it up, and you’re gonna get fucked hard against this wall. Is that how you like it? Hmm? Does that make you hot, Tink?”
“I don’t know,” I rasped. I shook my head, wanting more and not getting it.
“Sure you do, baby. Tell me how you want me to take this pussy,” he urged before kissing my neck and picking me up until the hard ridge in his jeans pressed between my legs in the exact spot I needed it.
“AH!” I cried out.
“It’s a big dick, baby. It’s gonna hurt at first. I’ve never had a cunt that tight. It barely took my finger.”
I trembled and rubbed my needy ache against him. “I don’t care. It’s gonna hurt the first time anyway.”
His entire body stilling was the first thing that registered in my lust-hazed mind. The fact he’d completely tensed up was the second. Then, he was gone. I was left panting against the wall, and he had moved away from me several feet.
I stared at him, trying to figure out what I’d said wrong and wanting to throw myself at him and plead for more.
“You’re a virgin?” he asked, and the horror in his voice was clear. A bucket of ice being dumped over my head wouldn’t have been more effective.
“Yes,” I replied.
“FUCK!” he roared, walking past me. He took five long strides, opened the door to my apartment, then walked out, slamming it behind him.
I couldn’t move. I stood there, staring at the spot where he had just been standing. Tears filled my eyes as humiliation began to settle over me.
Is that such a bad thing? Yes, it is, Dolly.
Men didn’t want unexperienced virgins. It was messy. There was pain and blood. Nothing passionate about that.
Sliding down the wall, I sat on the floor and wrapped my arms around my knees. I would cry. Get it out. Then pull myself together and move on. Forget it and never speak to Micah Abe again.
16
Dolly
I was still on the floor when there was a knock on the door before it slowly opened. Looking up, I saw Brick standing there. His gaze searched the room before it dropped to me. The pity in his eyes was a little more than I could take right now.
“Come on, Dolly. We got to head to the club. It’s getting bad out there, and it’s just gonna get worse. Don’t make this hard, darlin’.”
I didn’t move. “Why can’t I stay here?”
He walked inside the room and knelt down in front of me. “Because the hurricane is a big one. We have a secure place at the club, a generator, and plenty of food. I’ve been told to get you there even if I have to carry you out, kicking and screaming. And I really don’t want to do that.”
Sighing, I knew this was a battle I wasn’t going to win. The longer Brick had to stay here and convince me, the more danger he was going to be put in when he finally left.