Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
"Are you sure, Pet?" he finally asks, and I find myself nodding. I've gone too far with this now. I can't just back out.
As he gets up and my heart starts to hammer out of control, I ignore it. I stare at the floor, hoping he'll change his mind, but instead, he grabs his boxers and jeans and pulls them on. I stare at his chiseled body. He has some questionable scars I've asked nothing about. Now that I opened the Pandora’s box, I'm afraid to know the truth.
Jas gets dressed and approaches me. "You keep sending me away. I wonder when you're going to realize I'm never leaving."
I shrug him off and he takes the hint, walking away. Just when he's at the bedroom door, my stupid heart calls out to him, and the words tear themselves from my lips before I can stop myself.
"Jas, wait..."
He doesn't need to be told twice. Jasper turns around, reaching me in four quick steps and throwing my trembling body on the bed.
"You never tell me to leave again, Pet," he growls at me.
His fingers tear at my shirt with possessive need, buttons flying everywhere. He rips my shirt open down the middle and I gasp when his fingers find my nipples. They twist and pinch painfully and I cry out, but not for long – a moment later, Jas sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down, causing waves of ecstasy to roll through my body.
"That's for being a controlling little monster," he groans against my skin. "And this is for telling me to leave. A pet doesn’t tell their master to leave, is that clear?"
I mewl when he bites me, but he only takes it as an invitation to take things further. It makes me wonder when I'm going to admit his cruel kind of love is exactly what I need, and what I've wanted this whole time. The missing piece.
As he continues his assault on my body, the realization I hid away from the entire night hits me.
Jasper following me.
The spider.
The glass.
The window.
The spider.
The glass.
The window.
I push Jasper off.
"What the fuck now?" He makes a grab for me, but I dodge it, running into the kitchen. He follows behind and I stand trembling in front of the kitchen cabinets. "What is it, Pet?"
"I want some water," I say, trying to stay calm. "Can you pour me a glass?"
Jas gives me an odd look, but shrugs and heads for the cabinet with the glasses. He doesn't even hesitate to ask where they are. And he gets it right on the first try.
"How did you know where the glasses were?"
He freezes mid-move, turning to give me a sideways look over his shoulder. "Huh?"
"The glasses. How did you know where they were?"
"I probably saw you take them out before."
"I don't think so." I cross my arms. "Oh my God. It's you, isn't it?"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Pet?" He looks menacing as he walks up to me. "What are you on about now?"
"You're the freak who's been following me around!" I cry out, jamming a finger into his chest. "You left the window open. You took care of that spider. You put the glass back."
"Petal." Jas' eyes burn with silent fire, urging me not to go on. "Drop this now. I'm warning you."
"Is it you?" I demand. "Are you the one who's been... stalking me?"
He stares back at me, eyes cold.
"Answer me!" I slam my fists against his chest, but he easily gathers them in his hands and pulls me away. "What do you want to hear, Pet? I don't think it's the truth."
"It would be a nice change," I scoff, pulling free of his grip. "Because all you've done so far is fucking lie. I don't know whether a single thing I know about you is the truth. Including your name."
"Fine." His voice is cold now, dripping with ice. "I've been keeping an eye on you. Someone had to."
"What?" I run my hands through my hair as I stare at him. "I can't believe it. You... I... You had me thinking I was crazy, Jasper! Imagining things, going insane..."
"I was trying to take care of you," he grits out.
"I can take care of myself!" The bastard actually laughs out loud and I scream, attacking him again. From the sofa, my cats watch us fighting without a care in the world. Unfaithful little bastards. "I can't believe what you've done. You're sick, Jas! Sick!"
"I've heard worse," he replies, and despite it all, it hurts me for him. "Since you're getting so good at finding out the truth, ask me some more shit, Pet. I'm done holding back."
I don't know whether it's another way to torture myself or if I'm just being plain stupid, but Pandora's box is open now, and I want to bring out more demons.