Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Let’s go, Warren.”
With her pants still undone, Warren releases her with a shove toward the table. Her hands fly out, and she grabs onto the edge to steady herself. I curl my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching out to her, and instead, take another step back. My chest heaves, and it feels like I can’t breathe. I may not have come, but it still feels like she took a piece of me with her when she fell off that ledge.
Forcing my hands to uncurl, I adjust my jeans against my strained cock and walk away without looking back. Warren is by my side when I reach the door. Brushing by Nate, I ram my shoulder into his. He doesn’t say anything thankfully and simply shakes his head, falling into step as I walk out and into the hallway.
With every step I take, I try my best to get the image of her face as she came out of my brain, but I don’t know why I try. I already know it’ll forever be branded in my mind.
7
Willow
I can’t believe what just happened. I’m in the science lab on my own now. My pants are still undone, my panties are soaked, and my pussy is throbbing from the intense release I just experienced. As I’m coming down from the endorphin rush, dread starts to set in my bones.
Parker just made me come…but that’s not the worst part. He did it in front of his friends. He did it to prove a point, that he owns this place, that he owns me, my body, my feelings they’re all his. I feel humiliated, dirty, and used.
When my breathing has evened out, and my heartbeat has returned to a somewhat normal rhythm, I stand up a little straighter. My knees are still shaking, and my stance is unsure as I button and zip up my pants.
Part of me wants to remain in this classroom, hiding from the world, while the other wants to run out, to run away and never come back here. What the hell am I going to do? What the hell was I thinking provoking him like that? My hands tremble as I stare at them.
“Next time it will be your turn...” his words run on a loop through my head. What did he mean? That I’ll jerk him off? Jesus, what is wrong with him, but more importantly, what’s wrong with me? How could I have been so aroused by this? Why was I so wet? Why am I still thinking about what happened? And if it’s going to happen again. No, no… this is all wrong.
The more the fog of arousal is lifted from my mind, the clearer my thoughts become. This is so fucked up. Parker is fucked up, and I need to get away from him. He’s just proven that he has no boundaries. He thinks he can do whatever he wants, and in a way, I guess he can, but that doesn’t mean I have to let him do anything to me again.
Taking my phone out of my bag, I unlock the sleek device with trembling hands. I don’t want to do this, but I feel cornered, trapped. Looking through my contact list, I scroll to the last person I want to call, but the only one who can actually help me in my current situation. I push the green call button and hold the phone to my ear.
After a few rings, my father finally picks up.
“Willow,” his stern voice comes through the line, and if I wasn’t feeling like crap before, I am now, knowing that I have to do this. “How is everything going at Blackthorn?”
“Not good, Dad,” I admit. “Not good at all.” I sigh into the empty room, knowing that nothing good is going to come of this phone call.
“What did you do, Willow?” Of course, he blames me. He has no idea what I’m calling about, but his first thought is that I did something wrong. It’s times like these that I wish my mother were still alive. If she were here, nothing would’ve ever happened to Ashton… I wouldn’t be here now, a pawn in my father’s sick chess game.
“I didn’t do anything unless you count being alive and being here, wrong, which apparently Parker does.” I’m trying really hard not to sound like a whiny little brat, but it’s harder than you’d expect. I hate being here already, and I hate that he’s here even more. “Dad, I can’t do this. I can’t be here. He hates me, he threatens me constantly, and he—”
“Willow,” my father cuts me off. “Stop being so dramatic and do what I told you to do. If Parker is there and noticing you, then that’s exactly what we want.”
No, it’s what you want.