Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 137654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
I dig into my pocket and pull out the single key. I toss it onto the table.
He looks at it, and his eyes flare with anger. “You son of a bitch …”
“It’s all yours. If she stays.”
“It is mine! You stole it.”
“I found it.”
His fisted hands bang against the table, making our glasses rattle. “You fucking stole it!”
I smile up at him. “I dare you to prove it.”
He snarls.
“Do we have a deal or not?”
“You planned this,” he claims, eyes flaring with rage.
I knew I’d need insurance.
He looks at the key longingly. His eyes go from it to me, and he nods. “Done.”
“How do I know you’re not gonna fuck me over?” I ask, picking the key up and twirling the chain around my finger.
“Haven’t you heard of honor among thieves?” he snarls.
I have. I also know how he operates. “She stays.”
His eyes shoot to the direction of the kitchen and then back to me. “Until graduation. And then she’s gone.”
That’s all I need.
“Why do you want her? She can’t be that great of a fuck. Her mother sure as hell wasn’t.”
Sick bastard.
I stand from the table and ignore that statement. “Oh, and just a heads-up. My car will still be here in the morning.”
Just then, Austin enters the dining room. “Let’s go to the media room,” I tell her. “I wanna watch a movie.”
She frowns but nods.
“I’m leaving town tomorrow morning,” her father scowls. “I’ll be gone for two weeks.” Then he walks off.
AUSTIN
“What was that about?” I ask as we enter the media room.
“Nothing,” he says, closing the door behind us.
“Cole?”
“What?”
“Why do you blow off everything I ask?” I plop down onto the circular couch.
He walks past it and goes to the glass table that sits underneath the screen. Grabbing the remotes, he bends down, looking at the stacks of movies underneath it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I shove off my shoes and lean back, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yes, you do,” I argue.
He stays silent while he picks out a movie and pops Gone in Sixty Seconds into the DVD player. He flips the lights off and comes to stand in front of me. I glare up at him as the movie begins.
Then being the bastard that he is, he reaches up and grabs his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the floor.
“What are you doing?” I ask, the room getting hotter by the second. I hate how my eyes run over the marks that my nails left just an hour ago when we were up in my room. The way he hissed in a breath as I drug my hands down his skin. I want to mark him just as much as he wants to claim me. It’s very unhealthy.
He then reaches for the button on his jeans. “You.”
“Cole.” I look around as if we’re not alone. But we are. “We could have done this in my bedroom.” But my heart starts to pound at the thought of doing it in here while my dad and Celeste are downstairs.
“I wanna do you in here,” he states.
His jeans hit the floor, and then he’s crawling on top of me. I pull back, eyeing him nervously. “You’re up to something.” But my thighs are tight, and my pussy already wet.
He chuckles, gripping the hem of my shirt. “Don’t trust me?”
“No.”
He removes my shirt and tosses it to the floor with his. Then he pulls the straps of my bra down, exposing my breasts. My nipples are hard, and he licks his lips. “Good, because you shouldn’t.” Then he lowers his lips to my skin.
I arch my back and let out a long breath as he sucks on my nipple. Gently biting it. He releases with a popping sound and moves to the other side.
I reach up and grip his hair, pulling on it. He then trails kisses down my stomach. My breath starts coming faster as he kisses my hip bones before dipping between my legs. His tongue licks over my pussy, and I shudder. “Cole.” I pant.
He positions himself between my legs and throws them over his shoulders. I arch my back when his tongue enters me. He fucks me with his mouth as hard as he does with his cock. I cry out and slap my hand over my mouth, not wanting anyone in the house to hear me even though I know they can’t. This is a fifteen thousand square foot house. The odds of them standing on the other side of the door are slim.
That familiar feeling that I get every time he’s had his hands on me starts to build and I arch my back as my eyes close. My thighs tighten around his head and I come with his name mumbled due to my hand still on my mouth.