Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Stop struggling,” he gritted out.
“Then let go of me!”
“The more you struggle, the more you make me want to take you!”
She froze, but her eyes shot fire at him.
He looked down at her – all the way to her breasts, her gloriously naked and abundantly full breasts. They were so deliciously shapely and round that he wondered if they would fit his hands. The thought that it wouldn’t had him swallowing, his lust threatening to get rid of what little of his self-control he had been able to hold on to.
Such beautiful breasts...and the sight of them had him fighting even harder for control.
A hungry look had touched his face, and when Bobby realized what he was staring at, she couldn’t help stiffening.
It was a bad move.
She knew it the moment she did it, but by then it was too late.
Her breasts, with its pointed rosy tips, brushed against his chest when she straightened, and the contact had both of them reacting like they were hit by a bolt of lightning.
A growl escaped the man holding her captive.
She stiffened again, something about that sound reminding Bobby that this man was more dangerous than any other man she knew. She was so out of his league it was terrifyingly ridiculous, and yet here she was, naked in his arms.
This time, she wasn’t too proud to beg. It was the only way to save herself, to keep her life from changing. She knew that without him saying a word, the knowledge more intuitive than experiential. “Please let me go—-” she cried out, the sound a mixture of stunned disbelief and excruciating pleasure as he bent his head down, his hands moving down to clasp her waist tightly as his hot mouth closed over one pink tightly drawn nipple.
Oh God.
This couldn’t be happening.
She tried to hang on to her sanity, her hands moving up to press against his shoulders. She wanted to push him away but she couldn’t. “Please—-”
She stopped.
He had started to suck.
He. Was. Sucking. On. Her. Nipple.
Sucking.
Hard.
Her eyes closed. Her head fell back. Her lips parted in a silent moan.
It was too much.
Someone knocked furiously on the door. “Leandro, you have an urgent call. It is your mother.”
Chapter Five
“Oh, you’re alone.” The voice was sickeningly sweet, but it was not sweet enough to hide the malice behind the words.
Bobby suppressed a sigh. Why was university life as depressingly clichéd as it was in the movies? One would think that by watching how the good guys always won in the end, people would know better and give up playing the role of Mean Girl or Dumb Jerk.
But no. They didn’t. Because there were girls that were truly mean and boys that were truly dumb jerks. Like this pair waiting to make fun of her.
She looked up, making sure her face was blank. “I’m not.”
They gaped.
“Okay, I am. I was just being sarcastic since you were asking something obvious.” She indicated the vacant seat in front of her. “No one’s here on the table with me, so of course I’m alone. Unless you don’t know what alone means?”
They were still gaping at her.
She waited patiently, knowing it was wishful thinking on her part that the two would walk away at that. If it had been anyone else, that might have happened. But this was Valerie – the girl who had hated her guts from the very start. And the guy next to her was Blaine – the guy who loved her so much he had done everything she asked of him, and that included turning Bobby into a laughingstock.
Valerie was the first to recover. Tall, blond, and pretty, she glared at Bobby. “You think you’re so funny?”
Bobby pretended to be shocked. “I do?”
Valerie gaped.
Blaine was the smarter one this time, nudging Valerie when she remained stupefied. “She’s still being sarcastic,” he muttered under his breath.
Valerie snapped, “I knew that.” She looked at Bobby murderously. “I knew that.”
She nodded sagely. “I know you did.”
Rage caused Valerie’s face to deepen into a darker shade of red. “You’ve got a really thick skin, don’t you? After letting the whole world know you’re a slut, you can still bear to show your face in public?”
The words stung, but Bobby had enough practice to pretend it didn’t. Pride had saved her in high school, and it remained her lifeline even in college. She forced herself to shrug. “If it’s bothering you too much, then don’t look at me.”
“Don’t worry. After this, I’m going to avoid you like the outcast you’ve always been. You’re so slutty you even managed to scare big bad Leandro Christopoulos away.”
Her voice rose, and Bobby mentally prepared herself, knowing whatever Valerie was going to say, it was going to hurt.
“You’ve turned him off completely. He’s back in Greece, and he’s partying like he’s just won his freedom back.”