Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
I thin my eyes to slits. “What?”
What the hell is she talking about?
“Last night,” she says, gesturing to the window. “I saw you in here with her.”
With who?
I glance at my window, seeing hers beyond the tree branches.
“It was you, right? Not Kade?”
Kade…
I turn my gaze back on her, remember how I’d had to change the sheets, because someone fucked in my bed.
Kade.
“You’re so different,” she says, tears thickening her voice. “You used to want to be in love before you did that.” She frowns. “So different.”
“You’re the same.” My tone is flat. “Still so easy for him to manipulate.”
Her gaze falters, and she falls quiet as I back away and fall into the cushioned chair next to my window.
You could’ve told her.
So could you.
No wonder I didn’t run into him last night. He was all the way over here.
And the funny thing is, I’m not really mad at him. It hurts, but what Kade can do, he will do. There’s almost an art to it.
But I’m fucking pissed that she believed it so easily. Is she jealous? At all? I want her to be.
And to make it worse, she knows me. I thought she knew me.
“Hunter, it hurts.”
She struggles in her bindings, and I sit back in the chair, waiting for my head to get in the game and force my legs to move. To go to her and help her. The seconds tick by.
She stops fighting the handcuffs and looks to me. “What did you do with her?”
I lock my jaw so tight my teeth ache.
“How did you do it?” she presses. “What does she do that you like?”
“Why?”
“So, I’ll know what other men will like.”
I cock an eyebrow. Not ‘boys’ or ‘guys.’
She said ‘men.’
She will meet lots of men after she leaves Shelburne Falls. Men who are dicks. And immature. And unworthy.
But some will be strong. And confident. And driven. And know how to make love to her.
“Maybe I want to know what Kade likes,” she taunts.
“Anything naked.”
She’s just trying to piss me off. She’s good at invoking this new sensation inside of me, like I want to kill something.
She rolls her hips, accentuating her stomach, her ass, with her beautiful eyes. “You’ve seen me naked,” she says so softly. “Will he like me?”
My nails dig into my palms.
“What else does he like?” She wets her lips.
Bending her knees up, her feet on the bed, she spreads her legs just a little and arches her back. My cock twitches, almost feeling my fingers digging into her hip as I bury myself between her thighs.
“Dylan…” I say, almost sounding like a warning.
“You both can’t keep me locked up forever,” she tells me. “Guys will fuck me at college.”
I launch up, out of my chair, and swipe everything off my desk, like I don’t even have control of it. I’m out of my mind.
I stalk over to her, leaning down. I squeeze her jaw, brushing my thumb over her perfect mouth. “You’re not there yet,” I growl.
There’s still plenty of time to fuck her up.
And I want to right now. God, I want her naked in this bed so badly.
But I also want to punch a wall.
Pulling the key out of my pocket, I free her from the cuffs and toss them down on the bed. “Are you jealous?” I ask. “Tell me you’re jealous.”
She’s hurt. Is it because she doesn’t want me fucking around with anyone while I’m messing around with her, or is it because she’s falling in love with me?
I lean down, in her face. “Say my name.”
I want to make sure she knows who the fuck I am.
Her eyes search mine. “Hunter.”
Just a little murmur, but her mouth looks so soft and supple. My body stirs, blood rushing low in my stomach.
“Say it again.”
“Hunter.”
I open my mouth, wanting to eat her little whisper. “Are you jealous?” I ask. “Say you’re jealous.”
I wait for her to answer. For her to come up. To touch me, ask me why I slept with someone else, tell me she’s hurt, that she loves me, and that I’m hers… I want to hear all of it.
She doesn’t.
“You can go now.” She reaches underneath my pillow for her toy. “I fuck myself just fine.”
Dylan
Hunter leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
I clutch the vibrator beneath my head, under the pillow, feeling tears spring to my eyes. I let the toy go and roll over, burying my sobs in one of his pillows.
I want to be his. We weren’t just playing around. It wasn’t like that for me. I don’t want anyone else to touch me.
I felt his eyes on me the moment I walked into the Revel tonight. You look pretty.
My skin was on fire. Simple words, something he would’ve said when we were kids with his big eyes and kind voice.