Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
How was I supposed to know that when I laid over his lap for a spanking it would turn me on that much? How was I supposed to know that when he slapped my ass it would feel like a live wire attached directly to my clit, and that my fucking body would respond like that? Hell, he didn’t even touch my bare skin to make me come. I was fully clothed. Just his hand between my legs… over clothes… was all I needed to hump his hand and climax.
Like a fucking slut.
“Grrrrrr!” I’m so mad at myself I groan out loud and kick the side of a concrete building. I’ve marched away from Verge intent on getting to the grocery store so I could grab food and go home, and I haven’t paid the slightest bit of attention to where I am.
Shit.
I look around me and my stomach tightens. NYC is not a good place to get lost any time of day, but at night? Not a brilliant idea.
I pull my sweatshirt tighter around my body and hold my bag close, trying to get my bearings. My phone is one the most basic plan there is, but I know I have some GPS thing on it, though I’ve never used it. I pull it out of my pocket and fumble with it, trying to figure it out, when I finally get the GPS to work. The store I need to get to is about ten minutes from here. I’m not gonna waste money on a cab, and it’s nice out, but walking there means walking right through this seedy part of the city.
I need to check on Bailey and Ben, but when I glance at the little battery icon on my phone, it’s low. My phone’s six years old, which makes it a senior citizen in cell phone years, and the battery life is shot.
But when you’re a college student barely making ends meet, new cell phones aren’t part of the plan. So I tuck my phone in my pocket, and hope that they call me if they need me.
A loud crowd of guys ahead of me, jostling each other in the street, grows quieter when I near. Without looking their way, I cross to the other side of the street and quicken my pace. I ignore their jeers and catcalls. I don’t have far to go now.
I turn the bend fairly running and run smack dab into a couple pressed up against a wall.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I blurt out, but I can tell instantly they’re high or drunk, and I just ruined their damn night. The girl’s wearing hardly anything, her top pushed up to reveal her silky red bra, crimson lipstick smeared all over his cheek. The guy is big and bulky, wearing leather and jeans, his eyes flashing as he comes my way.
“Sorry?” he says, taking a step toward me. “You bitch. You just walked right into me and my girl. Weren’t you watching where you’re going?”
The girl giggles and wobbles on her feet like she’s about to topple over. He grins at her and grabs me by the arm, glancing her way. He’s trying to impress her by manhandling me, and it’s working.
“Let me go,” I tell him, trying to appear brave though my voice wavers. “My friends are on the NYPD, and if I tell them you assaulted me…”
He snorts. “Like fuck they are.”
“I’m not bluffing,” I tell him, and I’m not. Zoe and Zack would throw his ass in jail for this.
I scream when he throws me against the wall. My head hits concrete and my phone falls to the ground, shattering. He’s advancing on me now, and I can’t help but defend myself. I kick him, hitting him right in the shin. Doubling over, he curses, and when he stands he shoves me into the wall. Without warning, he backhands my jaw. Pain blossoms across my mouth and I taste copper. I lift my hands to defend myself; the two of them are no match for just one of me, and the girl is at me now. She grabs me by the hair, and I scream, when the guy reaches into his pocket and flips open a blade.
At the sight, I scream and twist, trying to get away.
“You little bitch. Could’ve gotten away if you didn’t fight back,” he says. “You know,” he says to the girl. “I think our night just got a lot more interesting.”
The girl’s got my arms now, pinning them to my side. I’m writhing and squirming but her grip on my hair is immovable. I do the only thing I can. I scream as loudly as I can, trying to shake them.
Will anyone hear me?
I scream again, and again, making myself hoarse, when the blade nicks my collarbone. Searing pain lights my skin on fire, and I twist as far away from him as I can. Dazzling white headlights illuminate the street. He freezes, suspended above me, and my pulse races. The light’s blinded me so I can’t see a thing. A door slams, and footsteps approach us.