Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I snatched Kyle up by the back of his Chewbacca shirt. He screamed, flailing in my hold.
“Stop fighting me and accept your fate.” Anger pulsed in my temples. “I told you that pussy was mine. And you think you’re going to fuck it?”
The pink hue of Kyle’s cheek faded. “I’m not fu-fucking anyone’s pussy.”
Lola beat her fists over my back, shouting at me to drop him.
“Do you lie to God, Chewyfuckface?”
“N-no.”
Nails sliced over my arm. I tightened my grip like a boa constrictor. “Then don’t lie to me because right now, I can either end you or give you a second chance at life.”
He went limp in my hold, and I stopped. He’d actually passed out. That was a first.
The entire lunchroom was silenced. Spaghetti noodles dropped from Robert’s fork, splattering the table as I laid Kyle on top of the plates of pasta.
“What did you do?” Lola whacked me again.
I spun around, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her over my shoulder.
“Hendrix! Put me down!”
The more she squirmed, the more I felt her tits press into my back, and the more I knew the one thing I couldn’t handle was letting any other guy think she could belong to him the way she had me. I’d cart her ass off like a Neanderthal just to prove a point.
“What are you doing?”
“Pissing on you,” I said, then headed toward the exit with her fists pounding my back.
She called me every name under the sun as I carted her past the onlookers straight through the cafeteria doors.
“You used to be a helluva lot stronger,” I said, turning into the men's restroom right outside the lunchroom.
The stench of weed circled around me as I carted her into a stall and locked the door. Fifteen different plans spiraled through my head, all of them ending with on my dick.
I dropped her to her feet. Then caged her between me and the flimsy stall wall. Damn, that Country Peach had my dick angry hard.
“I swear to God, Hendrix. If you—”
My restraint snapped. I slammed my mouth over hers, needy as fuck for a taste of her, and for a minute, I went weak.
I’d never kissed anyone else. It was too personal, too intimate. And this was the one thing that would always be hers because it was the one thing that meant something to me.
Her lips parted on an uneven breath. That was all the invitation I needed. I deepened the kiss to something brutal, my hands roaming and groping every dip and curve of her body. When I fisted her hair, she grabbed my shirt on a soft moan.
God, I would give anything to erase the mountain of shit between us, to make this mine again. “This is what you wanted last night at that party, isn’t it?” I wanted her to admit she wanted me, that she’d fucked up. “Huh, Lola? When we were in the lake.”
Her hold on my shirt relaxed before she tried to shove me back a step. But I wasn’t accepting that shit, and based on how her body had just reacted, she was still just as weak for me as I was for her.
“I told you not to fucking do this to me.” I grabbed her hair and snatched her tight against me again. “Because this is what you’ll get.” Then I kissed her, hard and angry, telling myself this was the only time I’d sink this low with her. The only time I’d give in to the toxic pull between us.
I sank a hand between her legs. “You remember how good it was?” My balls ached at the thought. Because my dick knew nothing would ever be as good as her.
I ground the heel of my palm against her through her shorts, imagining I could fuck myself into her while fucking her right out of me. “How hard I would make you come?”
Her head dropped against the stall with a groan. “I remember.”
“Good.” I sank my teeth into her neck and told myself one more bite. One more kiss. But then I ripped her shorts down her legs, shoved her underwear to the side, and slid my fingers over her warm, slick pussy.
I couldn’t stop myself. After all, she was heroin, and I was a fucking addict.
“Hendrix…”
My name on her lips, all breathy and desperate like I was all she needed, nearly made my dick explode. And I sure as hell was about to make sure it did.
I pulled at my zipper with my free hand, ripping my jeans open and fisting my hard cock.
“What is it, Lola?” I spread the bead of precum over my head while imagining sinking balls deep into her warm pussy, making her promise it was still mine and no one else’s. “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes.” Her hands slipped beneath my shirt, nails scratching over my stomach as I teased her entrance.