Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
I do as he says, crouching down like he’s shown me to before and leaning my forearms on the bed.
I groan as he sinks his cock into my pussy. He’s so hard and thick. I sink down and close my eyes, so relieved to have him inside me.
He makes quick work of fucking me, reaching under my shirt and squeezing my tits without even taking it off. I don’t know what his hurry is, but I figure this is just round one, anyway.
I grab my pillow and bury my face in it when I come, convulsing around his dick and bearing down, squeezing him and making him shoot his load inside me.
Thankfully, he grabbed a condom before he fucked me, so he grabs a tissue off the nightstand and yanks it off.
“Christ,” he murmurs, rubbing my ass and letting me sink down on the bed.
I’m feeling sleepy and satisfied now. “Aren’t you spending the night?” I ask him.
He tosses my sleep shorts on the bed beside my face. “Put these back on.”
My heart hasn’t even stopped pounding and he wants me to get dressed? Still a puddle on the bed, I look back at him. He’s zipping back up and adjusting his clothes.
“Come on, Aubrey. Get dressed, baby.”
I feel distinctly like he’s handling me and it makes me frown.
Curiosity piqued, I push myself up on the bed and tug my sleep shorts back on. “What’s going on, Dare?”
“I want to take you somewhere,” he tells me.
“It’s the middle of the night.”
“I know.” His gaze drops to my neck. “Where’s your necklace?”
I point to the dresser.
He walks over to get it and brings it back to me. “Put it on.”
This is a weird request, but I take the necklace and fasten it around my neck. “Do I need to get dressed, dressed?”
He shakes his head. “No, what you’re wearing is fine. Come with me.”
I take his hand, but I don’t like the way he’s rushing me out of here. “Wait, I need my purse.”
“You won’t need it,” he tells me.
“My phone,” I say, trying to hang back, but his grip on my hand tightens and he practically drags me out of my room without it. “Dare, what the hell?” I whisper.
“Where are your car keys?” he asks softly.
“Um… in here,” I say, pulling him toward the kitchen counter. “Where are we going? Are we taking my car?”
He takes my keys and leads me toward the door. “Come on.”
This feels wrong. It’s only when he opens the door and starts to push me outside without even letting me grab my shoes that I realize he shouldn’t even be in my house. My window is locked. The front door was locked. I usually let him in when he comes to my window, but tonight I just woke up and he was in my room.
“Dare, how did you get in my house?”
His grip on my arm tightens. “Just be a good girl and get in the fucking car.”
His words aren’t the best, but his voice is cold. That’s what scares me.
My heart sinks. I look over and search his face for some sign of what the hell is happening here, but he gives away nothing. “What’s going on?” I ask him.
He escorts me around the car, still with that iron grip on my arm. He opens the door and pushes me inside.
I pull my legs in and look up at him, confused and a little scared by the way he’s acting. “Dare…?”
He doesn’t look me in the eye, just shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s side.
Goosebumps cover my whole body. Maybe it’s because it’s a chilly night and I don’t even have a sweater. Maybe it’s because my occasionally psychotic boyfriend is acting like a psycho… and a cold one, which I’m not used to.
I tell myself everything is fine. He was the Dare I knew five minutes ago when his cock was inside me, so he can’t just… shut it off like that.
But I don’t have an explanation for what the hell is happening, and I don’t know why he’s scaring me like this when we just got past issues over him doing this shit.
When he gets in, he locks the car doors and rolls down his window. He holds the keys out the window, and my heart actually fucking stops when I see Anae grab them.
“Took you long enough,” she says, glancing at me, then back at Dare.
“She couldn’t find her keys,” he explains.
I can’t breathe. Anae flashes me a chilling smile, then takes my keys and starts walking toward my car.
I grip the car seat, trying like hell to breathe.
What the fuck is happening?
“Dare?” My voice shakes. “What the hell is going on? Why is she at my house?”
Rather than answer, he backs out of my driveway.
Bile rises as I look at my house while we’re driving past it. The windows are all dark. All the neighbors are sleeping. And Anae is backing out of my driveway in my car.