Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Hayes had been a good man. He’d just wanted me. Granted, we had never done more than kiss, and even I had kissed him first. The few times I’d tried to get him to do more, he would stop me, reminding me we had to wait until marriage.
Gage walked over toward where Destiny was straddling Levi’s lap. I could tell he was watching them. The interest in his gaze was clear. He stopped behind Levi and reached forward to squeeze Destiny’s breasts. She threw her head back and moaned.
When was I going to get to escape upstairs? I didn’t want to watch this. Huck placed his hand on my stomach and moved me back further against him. The hard ridge of his erection pressed between my butt cheeks. A tingle ran through me before it hit me that his erection had nothing to do with me. He was turned on from a topless Destiny.
I was done here. He couldn’t make me watch this. I tried to get up, but he was surprisingly strong with one arm.
“Let me up,” I hissed.
“No,” was his response.
Destiny cried out Levi’s name, and I was almost positive they were having sex now. I must have missed when he had unzipped his pants. I struggled to get up again.
“Be still.” It was yet another command from Huck.
I fisted my hands in my lap. “I don’t want to watch live-action porn,” I told him angrily.
He let out a low chuckle. “You forget I know you worked at a strip club. Stop with your virtuous bullshit.”
I glared at him. “I didn’t claim to be virtuous. I just don’t want to sit on your lap with your hard-on pressed against my bottom while you watch some girl screw your friends.”
He pulled the cigar from his mouth and laid it in an ashtray on the table beside him. “My hard dick has nothing to do with Destiny’s performance. I’ve seen it many times. She’s bounced on my dick just like that.”
I was the one who laughed this time. “Yeah, okay. Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. I now had an image of that in my head, and I was mad that he had put it there.
He grabbed my face with his hand and held me still. I stared at him, afraid he was going to bruise my face if I moved. My breathing became quick, short breaths. It was times like this he scared me and excited me at the same time.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he warned.
I started to be obedient when I heard Destiny yell the word fuck, then squeal loudly.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I shot back at him.
His grip on my face tightened, and two things happened. It hurt—bad. And I felt a small jolt of pleasure between my legs. What was wrong with me? I needed to be slapped.
“Are you trying to see how far you can push me, Trinity?” His voice sounded deadly.
I was an idiot. “No,” I whispered, hoping he’d let me go before he broke my jaw.
He studied me for a moment, then let go of my face and grabbed my waist to stand me up. I stumbled by the sudden movement, but Huck was standing up in front of me, and his hands steadied me before he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me through the people. I had no option but to follow him. As we passed behind Gage, going toward the door I’d entered the room from, his hooded eyes turned to meet mine, then flickered to Huck’s.
The grip Huck had on my arm tightened, and I hurried to keep up before he pulled my arm out of the socket. I doubted I’d get to see a doctor if it happened. I would have to make my own arm sling and hope for the best. Good news was, I knew how. Tabitha had twisted my arm once until something cracked. I was twelve. For three months, I had to wear a sling I’d made for myself with an old T-shirt when I was at home. In public, I hadn’t been allowed to wear it and had to pretend as if I wasn’t in pain.
Huck hauled me up the stairs, and I realized he was taking me to my room to get rid of me. Perhaps he was next in line with Destiny. Why I was sour about that, I didn’t want to examine. If he wouldn’t touch me like he had downstairs, then maybe I could stop thinking about him sexually.
We walked down the hallway to the room he’d assigned to me. I didn’t call it mine because nothing was mine. Remembering that was the best way to protect myself. There was no use in pretending.
Huck shoved the door open and then pushed me inside. I almost fell from the force of it but caught myself on the bedframe. Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited until the door closed behind me. I didn’t want to look back at him. There was a moment’s pause, and I began to think he was either going to say something or join me.