Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
And then I think of my mother.
I’m going to get to see her.
I come to as I’m carried into my old childhood home. Even though I’m groggy and confused, the familiar smells of home permeate my senses and warm my heart. My God, I’ve missed this house and my mother. Tears roll out on their own accord. I drag my heavy lids up so I can stare at Vaughn. He’s no longer wearing the ball cap and longish blond hair hangs in his eyes. At one time, I thought he was so handsome.
Now, I’m scared shitless of him.
“W-Where’s my mom?” I croak out.
He smiles at me. I hate his wolfish grins. They’re meant to intimidate me and they always work. “She’s sleeping in her room. You’ll see her later when she wakes up. For now, we have some catching up to do.”
A sob is lodged in my throat. Each of my limbs feels as though they’re weightless. Whatever he gave me makes it so that I can’t feel much. In a way, that’s a blessing. When he hurts me, I won’t feel it.
When we reach my old bedroom, I start to cry harder. Momma left everything just as it was when I ran off with Vaughn. My heart shatters into a million pieces. I should have never gone anywhere with him. I walked right into a nightmare.
He lies me down on the bed and then looms over me. I attempt to move my arms and legs, but they feel like they’re not attached to my body. So when he unzips the side of my skirt and starts yanking it down, I can’t do anything but stare at him. He pulls it away, along with my panties. My shoes have long since disappeared. I’m naked and at his mercy. Just like all those years ago.
Gray, I’m trying so hard to be brave…
Another tear sneaks out when he palms my thigh. His fingers walk up my flesh slowly until he reaches my sex. He slaps it hard and thankfully I don’t feel it. “This isn’t yours to just give away, Letty Spaghetti.”
“I d-didn’t g-give it away,” I whisper.
“So you traded it for something?” he questions, a blond brow raised in question.
“I’m n-n-not for sale or for b-barter.”
He laughs. The dark, sinister sound of it creeps its way through me and settles in my bones. “It belongs to me. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it. If I want to trade it or your goddamned ass for some meth, I’ll fucking do it. Understand me?”
When he peels off his shirt, I close my eyes so I don’t have to see my name tattooed on his chest. I don’t want to see any part of him. My thoughts drift to Gray. I’d been so crushed finding him under my bed. Everything we’d created together in such a short time felt like it was a fraud. I had every intention of shoving him out of my life for good.
But he consumed me.
Plowed right through my heart like he always seems to do.
Made love to me on the floor of my bedroom and had me forgiving him so easily.
Looking back, I was too harsh on him. Gray is nothing like Vaughn. Crazy, yes. Overwhelming, definitely. Obsessed, you bet.
But evil?
Never.
Strong fingers bite into my jaw and I jerk my eyes open. Vaughn is naked and his cock is hard with a rubber wrapped around it bobbing between us. Thank God I won’t feel this.
“You’re going to come back home to me, Letty,” he tells me as he releases my jaw to grab hold of his cock.
I glare at him. “No.”
Fury flares in his eyes. “You remember the first time you told me no?”
And just like that, I’m launched into a past that is worse than the present.
“I’m not ready,” I tell my new boyfriend. Momma always lectures me on how guys only want sex. That you’re supposed to not give it to them because they’ll just leave you once they get what they want. I like Vaughn. I don’t want him to leave me.
“Please,” he begs, his teeth nibbling at my lower lip. He finger fucks me inside my panties under my dress. It feels good—too good.
“I like what we’re doing,” I moan. “Just this.”
He trails kisses down to my throat. When he bites down on my flesh, I cry out. “I want more. Pull my cock out.”
His words warm me. I reach over and desperately tug at his jeans. Once his impressive cock is freed, I stroke it like I’ve done many times.
“Come sit on it,” he murmurs, his finger sliding harshly in and out of me.
“Vaughn,” I whimper. “No sex.”
He yanks his finger from me. “Why the fuck not?”
“Because. I’m not ready.”
“Well, I’m beyond ready,” he grits out, his hand striking at me like a snake. I’m shocked when he grips my throat. His grip is so tight that I abandon touching him to try and claw at his wrist so he’ll stop choking me. I’m stunned at his aggressive behavior. He’s always been so good to me.