Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
My eyes are wide open now, gaping at him in shock while his expression turns deadly. “Who the fuck taught you to suck cock like that? Have you been lying to me? Have you been sucking cock around school?”
All I can do is shake my head in terror. I can’t even bring myself to croak a no out. My answer doesn’t satisfy him.
“Did you suck my father’s cock to get into this school?”
What?! Where the fuck did that come from?
I shake my head again. My vision swims with black spots due to the lack of oxygen. I claw at his arms to let me go, but that only makes him tighten his grip. His eyes are filled with anger and animosity, his touch hateful.
Just when I think I’m about to pass out, he releases me. I slump back against the wall, desperately catching my breath. “What the fuck was that?” I ask between coughing.
“How did you get so good at sucking cock all of a sudden? Who are you fucking? Give me a name now.”
“I’m not fucking anyone. Definitely not your dad. I’ve never even met your father. Why would you think I did?” I reach up to cradle my neck, where the skin is still tender.
“You know why!” He fists his hands. For a moment, I think he is going to hit me, but instead of punching my face, he hits the wall beside me. That’s it, he has gone insane. I need to get out of here. Only he is blocking my only way out.
“I have no fucking idea what you are talking about. I’m telling the truth. I don’t know anything,” I plead, hoping, praying, that he’ll believe me.
“I know he is the reason why you are at this school. You don’t have money, so what else did you offer him besides pussy? What did you do for him?”
“Nothing! I swear! My mom got me into this school. I have no idea how,” I tell him honestly. All I know is that she did something to seal the deal. I had no idea Mr. Weston had anything to do with it.
“Then how did you step up your cock sucking game? Who taught you to do that with your tongue and to use your hand on my balls?”
“I watched porn!” I blurt out. Honesty is all I have left, and I don’t care how embarrassing it is. “You can look at my search history on my phone. I was looking up how to suck dick so I can get better and get it over with quicker.”
“Give me your phone,” he orders, and I fumble to fish it out of my jeans pocket. I unlock it before handing it to him.
He quickly scrolls through my browser. If he finds funny what I searched like ‘how to suck cock well,’ for example, he doesn’t show it. His frown stays on his face, but I can see the anger leave his body. His shoulders relax slightly, and he doesn’t hold my phone like he is about to crush it.
He shoves the phone back into my hand. “You are lucky, little bird. If I find out you are fucking someone else, you and him are dead. Do you understand? No one touches you, and you are definitely not touching anyone else. Got it?”
“Got it!” I nod quickly, knowing damn well his threat isn’t empty.
I still lean against the wall when he tucks his half-hard cock back into his jeans. “I have to go, but we’ll finish this tomorrow,” Briggs says, leaving no room for an argument. “Enjoy your new room, bird.” And with that, he spins around and leaves the room. Leaving me behind, more confused than ever. All I know is that his attacks are getting worse, and I need to find a way to protect myself before he takes it too far.
18
BRIGGS
Just when I thought I got through to her, she disobeys me yet again. When I got to her new dorm room, it was still empty. She didn’t move in last night like I told her to. Which is why I’m on my way to her crappy apartment.
I’m pissed. She is going to get a spanking for not listening. My palm twitches at the thought. Yeah, spanking her ass seems like a good idea.
A few minutes later, I park in front of her apartment complex. I get out of my vehicle and slam the door shut before locking it with my key fob.
Irritated that I have to be here in the first place, I walk inside the building and take the small elevator up to the third floor.
I knock on her apartment door, and a few seconds later, Buck, her roommate, opens it.
“Hey, you again,” he slurs. “Here to see Wren?”
“Yup.” I don’t wait for him to invite me in, or even worse, rope me into small talk. I push myself past him into the living room.