Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I can’t stand the anticipation. Knowing he has to leave at some point. He can’t stay home forever, right? Not my brother. It seems like they spend a lot of time together, but he’s going to need time on his own. He can’t change everything about himself just because of the woman in his life. Even one he’s as obsessed with as he is with Leni.
It feels like a lifetime passes while I wait. Cars roll by, people talk on their phones or text while walking. No one notices me, because people don’t look into the darkness. They don’t want to see what’s in the shadows. I have come to rely on that, and it’s kept me safe all these months. Anonymous.
They may as well not exist. There is one person I need to see, the person I’ve been waiting for every time I stand here and watch. He has to leave her alone sometime. He can’t be with her always.
The front door to the building swings open, and my chest goes tight at the sight of my brother. I’ve seen him so many times, always from a distance, but I’ve never been gladder than I am tonight. He’s on his phone, oblivious, climbing behind the wheel of his car and pulling away without looking toward where I’m waiting for him to go. My blood is pumping, my body seized by anticipation. The longer he’s kept me waiting, the more time I’ve had to plan out what comes next.
I have to force myself to wait a minute, making sure he doesn’t come back, before crossing the street with my head down and my shoulders hunched. Will she be surprised to see me? She shouldn’t be. She should know me well enough by now to know I couldn’t possibly leave things the way they were the last time we saw each other.
The security in this building is a joke. No one bothers to stop me as I cross the lobby, probably because people don’t pay attention to someone who walks with purpose. Another thing I’ve learned, living the way I do. It’s been a real education.
And tonight, Leni will get an education. She’s going to learn she never should have kicked the hornet’s nest. She should’ve left things the way they were instead of coming to look for me. All she did was convince me to do this, because something deep inside her can’t stay away from me any more than I can stay away from her.
She’s so trusting, she doesn’t bother looking through the peephole before opening the door at my knock. How do I know? Because she falls back a step with a gasp when she recognizes me standing in front of her. “Nix! What are you doing here?” Her face goes white as a sheet before she bites her lip, wincing. “I thought you said you didn’t want him—”
That’s enough out of her. When I lunge, throwing myself into the apartment, her only reaction is to fall back a few stumbling steps. Her mouth opens like she’s about to scream, but I’m too quick, slamming the door shut with one hand and grabbing for her with the other. I have an arm around her waist and a hand over her mouth before she knows what’s happening.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Fuck, I forgot about this. What it’s like to have her so close to me, her body moving against mine, so warm and full and firm. I can fantasize all I want, but there’s not a fantasy in existence that could come close to the real thing. Her muffled cries, her breath hitting the top of my hand, her tits rubbing against my chest. I’m already rigid, straining against my zipper, and it only gets worse the more she wiggles and struggles.
“This is what I’ve been dreaming about all these months.” She stops whimpering and goes silent, listening to me, her eyes still wide with fear that only excites me more. Like every part of her was created to get me off. “Taking you like this. Waiting for him to leave so I could have you the way I want you.”
Now there’s not only fear in her eyes. There’s anger, a hardness that wasn’t there before. Good, let her think she’s strong. Let her think she’s got any say in what’s happening.
Her squeals rise in pitch when I lift her off her feet, which she kicks uselessly in the air. “Where’s your bedroom? Let’s get reacquainted.” She won’t stop screaming behind my hand, tiring herself out when there’s nothing that’s going to stop me. Even if Colt walked in this very minute, it wouldn’t be enough to stop me. Not now I’ve started. I’ve gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit that’s been held back from me all this time. Like whetting my appetite. I only want more, right this minute.