Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Tell me he’s lying,” I demand.
Watching her features morph from surprised to triumph just pisses me off even more. She knows exactly what the fuck I mean. And she’s proud of it. “What, Scout? Upset that I’m no longer a virgin?” She arches a brow.
My fingers dig into her skin, but she refuses to show any sign of pain. I shove her away from me, disgusted with her. With Dax. How could he? He knew that I loved her. I wanted to let her stay pure just a little longer.
I’ve had sex. I’d never tell her that, but I wanted to be her first. I liked that title—her blood on my dick. Instead, she gave it to my best friend. And he accepted it with open arms after a few shots of tequila.
Fuck them both!
“Yes, Henley. You’re officially a slut. Congratulations!” I spit out of jealousy.
She slaps me across the face, and I grip her chin, shoving her into the nearest wall. Her body slams into it with a thud, and she gasps. “You fucking bitch …”
“How many times did I throw myself at you?” she shouts in my face. “How many times did I tell you that I wanted you?” Her hands slap at my soaked chest. “I may be a slut now, but you ….” She lowers her voice and places her face right in front of mine, the scent of vodka coming from her breath, and growls, “You’re a fucking coward, Scout.”
My hand holding her chin drops to her throat, and I squeeze it, taking her air away. She’s right, of course, but I refuse to acknowledge that fact. Her lips part, and her eyes widen, realizing that she can’t breathe. That I hold that fucking power. I like it. The way her pulse runs rapidly under my touch. The way her blue eyes stare up at me helplessly. I watch them fill with tears like a sinking ship taking on water—it floods them until it spills down her cheeks.
I smile down at her, my eyes tracing the curves of her perfectly pouty lips. “Did he fuck your mouth, Henley?” As pissed at her as I am, my cock is still fucking hard. My mind is screaming it doesn’t matter that she slept with him; she still belongs to me. Always has. Always will. And I need to prove that to her. So what if he got a piece once? I get to use her forever.
Her hands slap aimlessly at me, trying to shove me away, but I stay rooted to my spot, pinning her small and naked body against the wall.
“Did he?” I ask again. Leaning forward, I run my tongue over her face, licking up the suds, tasting the water from her bath and her watermelon lemonade-scented soap along with her tears. “Just how much did he take, doll?”
Pulling back, she opens and parts her lips as they start to turn blue along with her sun-kissed face. They match the color of her eyes. So pretty. So delicate. So fucking mine.
Stepping back, I release her.
She leans forward, her legs giving out, and she falls to her knees on the black marble floor. Holding her throat, she bends over, coughing while trying to breathe.
“Was he worth it?” I ask, fisting my hands. They feel empty now.
She flips her hair back and looks up at me with anger blazing in her blue eyes. And I feel something deep inside me. That place that my father always told me would come. “When you decide what you want, you will take it, Ryan. You’re a fucking Scout. And nothing can stop us from succeeding.” It has arrived. I want this. Her. Here. On her knees. Pleasing me. Dax got what he wanted, so why shouldn’t I? There’s enough of her to go around.
She starts to stand, and I place my hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place. “It’s my turn,” I tell her.
She whimpers but makes no move to get up again. I reach down and undo my jeans and lower my zipper. “Open your mouth,” I order, pulling out my hard cock and stroking it.
She stares at me with a look of concern and curiosity. My little doll likes to do what she’s told. She’s a good girl and always follows the rules. That’s what I love about her so much.
I slide my free hand into her wet hair and step forward. I hold my cock right in front of her face, running the tip of it along her lips, smearing precum across them. “Open, Henley. Be my little doll and let me play with you.”
She opens her lips and tilts her head back for me. Her heavy breathing picks up, and I watch as I slide the tip of my dick between her lips. I groan, my hand tightening in her hair. This is what I dream of. This is what I’ve jacked off to since I was thirteen. I’ve been obsessed with Henley for as long as I can remember. I always said she’d be mine.