Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Tori: It’s tingling. Aching now.
Alex: Are you touching yourself?
Tori: No.
Alex: But you want to.
The power he has over me is unreal. The events of tonight recede into the back of my mind. It’s like he’s cast a spell of forgetfulness on me. Like he’s used some freaking magic.
Tori: Maybe…
Alex: That wasn’t a question. You want to touch your horny, needy clit, but you’re not going to until I let you.
Tori: When are you going to let me?
I’m stunned at the effect he’s having on me.
Nobody’s ever made me feel this way before. Sure, it’s not like I’ve tried a bunch of times, but this is still majorly different. It’s like I can feel his lust burning through each typed message.
Alex: That means you’re desperate to caress your perfect soaked slit. That means you want to rub your eager folds, get yourself ready for my cock. But not yet.
Tori: Will I get to see you? You’re not going to make me get naked all alone, are you?
My thumb trembles as I type.
Alex: Once I’ve teased your lips and your sweet center, I’ll stand up and tear my clothes off, showing you my bare chest, showing you my dick, rock-solid with how badly I want, NEED, you.
I linger on the word ‘need,’ knowing it should freak me out. My heart is pounding as I try to convince myself this can be casual.
Tori: Will you stroke yourself for me? Will you rub your precome all over your big cock? Will you make it glisten for me?
Alex: It seems like you’ve got this all figured out.
Tori: Yeah, right… I don’t know what I’m doing.
That’s even truer than I’m letting on, but I’m not going to share that with him.
Yet. Ever.
No, Tori. Don’t think about the future. Or the past. Just now.
Alex: Once I’m naked, I’ll finally touch your tight clit, he goes on. But I won’t touch it with my hand. I’ll bring the tip of my cock to your nub, press against it, sometimes slipping down your dripping folds toward your hole, giving you a preview of how it’ll feel when I take you.
I type, hardly able to believe I’m doing this. It seems so much easier over text.
Tori: I’ll rub my breasts for you. I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know I’ll be able to drive you completely nuts.
Alex: You’re doing that right now.
Tori: I’ll push my breasts together and then…
I stop texting when I hear a knock on my door.
“Hello?”
“It’s me,” Mom says. “Juliette texted and asked if you were okay after what happened.” Juliette is Cleo’s mom. “What happened, Tori?”
“You were passed out when I came in. I didn’t want to wake up.”
“Can I come in?”
“Uh, I’ll meet you in the living room.”
Tori: I’m sorry. My mom’s awake. I haven’t told her about Damien yet.
He doesn’t reply. Is he annoyed? Do I care?
I join Mom in the living room. She rises from the couch and cradles my face in her hands. It’s the most maternal thing she’s done in a long time, and it doesn’t seem to matter that she’s probably only doing it because she’s still a little drunk.
“What’s wrong? You look shell-shocked.”
“Sit down.”
Mom watches me closely as I explain about Damien. “I thought he was just a bit weird, but then he started talking about connections, and today…” I take a breath. “He lured me out back and tried to threaten me. My – uh, friend was there to help. Damien ended up pulling a gun.”
“Damien, with connections,” Mom murmurs.
“Yeah…”
“What’s Damien’s last name?”
“Kent. Why?”
“Oh, God.” Mom buries her face in her hands and starts sobbing.
I swallow a ball of annoyance. I don’t know why she’s crying, but she’s doing it in the way she sometimes has of making it all about herself. I’m not in the mood for this.
“Mom?” I say.
“There was a man I never told you about…”
I listen until I can’t take it anymore. Then I leap to my feet.
“Where are you going?” Mom yells.
“Away from you!”
CHAPTER 14
ALEX
When I see Tori rushing down the street with a small bag slung over her shoulder, I climb out of the car and jog after her. I catch her arm and turn her toward me. “Where are you going?”
“Away from here. To stay at a friend’s. I don’t care.”
“What happened?” I take her hand, consciously calming the savage inside me, the beast who wants to pick up in real life where we left off in our text exchange. “Come on, Tori. The night’s getting cold.”
She’s only wearing a strappy top and sweatpants, both of which outline her perfect shape temptingly, her round breasts making me want to touch her, take away her emotional pain with a physical release that will have her shivering all over… not from the cold this time.
In the car, she wraps her arms around her middle.