Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“You finding out I’m a monster,” he says in a rush. “Running away from me in fear.”
Ah. We’re still playing the game. He’s pretending to be my stalker. But I’m ignoring that for now and pretending he’s just Cash, I’m just Scout. And he really cares about me. Really wants me, the way that I want him. “And do you wear pajamas?”
“No. I sleep in the glow of your face on my computer screen. It’s the only thing I want to wear. The image of you projected onto my skin.”
A warm shiver works its way up my spine. “What makes you excited?”
“You.”
“What calms you down?”
“You.”
“What is your favorite day of the week.”
“You—”
Laughter bursts out of me. I’m gasping for oxygen within seconds, because there is already precious little air in my lungs, due to his weight pressing me down. But I only laugh harder when Cash joins me, mirth vibrating his chest, resonating in his throat. Laughing with him in the dark with our bodies pressed together so tightly feels new and exciting and a little forbidden…and I sense the shift inside of me. I’ve only been with him in this apartment a short time, but I’ve gone from crush to puppy love to infatuation. Hero worship of my protector.
Something else is happening, too.
I’m gasping harder and harder for air, because my laughter has depleted me of oxygen and now, he watches me struggle to breathe in rapt fascination. His shaft thickens against my thigh more and more as my lungs begin to burn, his muscled chest starting to rise and fall. Quickly. His breath grows short, too, but not because he can’t breathe, but because he’s excited. I can feel the electricity of him. How it snaps and sizzles.
“C-Cash,” I manage, beginning to kick my legs, attempting and failing to free my wrists from his grip.
“Don’t fight me, you’ll make it worse,” he says thickly, rolling his hips.
I don’t expect what happens next. I don’t expect it at all.
My vision starts to wave like the edges of a flying flag, rippling in the breeze. At the same time, that place Cash rubbed me earlier begins to throb. Tingle. I drag in just enough oxygen to make my vision temporarily normal and moan as he rocks against me, wetness starting to spread between the seam of my sex. My air grows scarce again and Cash kisses me, suctioning his mouth over mine, as if to prevent me from breathing and I whine, thrashing, he allows me a sip of air and humps me, my skin beginning to turn slick with sweat.
What is happening?
Why do I…do I like this?
“Does it make you hot knowing I control whether you live or die?” He sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, the bed springs creaking with the forceful rides of his hips. “If not, someone needs to tell your pussy. It’s hotter than a fucking oven.”
“Cash,” I whisper. “I’m scared.”
“Of what, angel?”
He lessens the pressure on my chest, so I can inhale. Speak. “My body is confusing me.”
Cash searches my face, his features transforming with myriad emotions. Dawning surprise, desire, pride. In me? “You…” He’s panting. “You really don’t want me to stop stealing your air.”
It’s not a question, but I answer it anyway. “No. I don’t want you to stop.” I wet my lips. “That’s why I’m confused.”
“Unbelievable. I…didn’t expect you to feel this way. Jesus.” Eyes on fire, one of his hands leaves my wrists, dropping to his fly. Unzipping it. Taking out his erection and resting it on my stomach where it pulses like a big, heavy snake. “My cock is the answer to everything now, Scout. When you’re scared, it’s because you want me to fuck you. When you run away, you want to be hunted down and violated.” He slaps his shaft against my belly three, four times. “When you giggle under me in the dark with no clothes on and your legs open, you want Daddy to make you a whore.”
In the dark, in this moment while I’m shivering with anticipation and hoping he’ll take my virginity, that explanation is impossible to deny. “I…I think you’re right.”
With a guttural sound, he presses his weight back down onto my chest, robbing my oxygen…and that telltale tingle instantly kicks up a fuss once again between my thighs, my toes curling into the denim covering the backs of his thighs, my lips opening in an O. “When your brother comes back to town,” Cash rasps into my neck, “you’re going to have a swollen mouth and bruises, a new education in those pretty eyes. And he’s going to know he made a huge mistake, little girl. Especially if he tries to take you away from me.” He pins me with more insistence, so much that I can’t even suck in an iota of air. “You don’t have an address or a fucking dorm anymore. You live inside me now.”