Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“What?” I croak.
“It isn’t safe for you to be out here,” he snaps.
The severity of his tone irritates me to no end, and I yank away from him. “Don’t act like you care.”
I try to move, but he corners me against the brick border wall that acts as a fence line, caging me in with his arms. We are completely alone out here, and he knows it.
“Goddammit, Stella.” He pinches my face between his warm fingers. “I’m not fucking around. What the hell are you thinking walking alone out here?”
“I’m thinking that it’s a nice fucking night, and I wanted to go for a walk,” I bite back.
His nostrils flare, and even now, fireworks are flying between us. His face is only inches from mine, and his body even less. But he’s still trying to act like a teacher, and he doesn’t want to acknowledge any other truth.
“I know it was you,” I tell him.
His grip on my face tightens as he leans closer, his words laced with venom. “Do you even realize what could have happened to you if it wasn’t me?”
My rebellion falls apart under the weight of his angry confession. He just admitted it was him, and that feels huge to me. There’s still a lot to be said, but right now, I don’t care. I curl my fingers into his shirt and lean up on my toes to kiss him.
Sebastian doesn’t allow me for one second to think I’m in control. As soon as our lips come together, his hand fists in my hair, and he starts to devour me. This time isn’t like Saturday night. This kiss is one hundred percent venom, and it’s clear that Mr. Carter is all out of patience as far as I’m concerned.
I’m left gasping for air when he whirls me around and slaps my hands down onto the brick wall, commanding me not to move. He flips my skirt up behind me and tugs the spankies and my panties down around my knees. The cold air hits me between my thighs, followed by his warm palm sliding over me.
“You look fucking ridiculous in this outfit,” he grunts.
“Yet here we are,” I whisper. “With your hand between my legs, regardless.”
“You’re soaked for me, you little deviant.” He nips at my ear. “Because you haven’t stopped thinking about it, have you?”
I don’t want to be so transparent, but there’s no denying the truth between my legs. The evidence is there on his fingers, sticky and sweet and wanting.
“This time isn’t going to be tender,” he threatens as he yanks down his sweatpants. I feel his hard cock poking against my ass before he slides it down between my thighs and kicks my legs farther apart.
“Don’t even think about moving.” His fingers dig into my hips.
I don’t see why I would, at least until he thrusts deep inside me, bottoming out with a groan. The urge to wiggle in his grasp is real, but I hold my breath and wait for him to use me like his own personal fuck toy. And tonight, that’s exactly what he does.
He thrusts against me and claws at my body, slamming his hips forward so they slap against the skin of my ass. I don’t move a muscle, even as my legs tremble and threaten to give out. It’s the single most erotic game we could play, bending over for Mr. Carter in a dark corner of the campus while he fucks me like an animal. Our sweaty bodies collide, his scent soaking into my skin. But I want so much more. I want to taste him. I want to melt him in a spoon and inject him into my veins.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, it occurs to me that he’s fucking me raw. Just like he fucked me raw on Saturday. That wasn’t the agreement, but after he wiped me down and left, there was still traces of him on my skin. Even now, as his grip on me tightens and his breath grows ragged, I can’t find it in me to care. I want to feel his come dripping down my thighs. I want him without any barriers or restrictions.
But he doesn’t give me the satisfaction. When my body surrenders to him with an orgasm so violent I can barely breathe, he withdraws his cock and pumps it in his fist, releasing himself directly into my panties. And then he pulls them back up over my hips, rubbing the soaked material into my pussy.
“Something to remember me by,” he growls into my ear.
“Go ahead. Try to forget me.” I yank down my skirt and turn to face him. “You and I both know you aren’t going to stop. Face it, Mr. Carter, you’re balls deep in this situation now. And I think you like it.”