Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
"It’s been a pleasure, as always, but unlike you, I have to attend my classes."
I whirl around, ready to make a mad dash for the door. Unfortunately, I’m not fast enough, and honestly, I should know better, given my history with this man who snatches me by the wrist and pulls me back toward him.
“Oh no, you don’t.”
I blink, and we’re moving, his unforgiving grasp keeping me hot on his heels. I peer around the library, waiting for someone to say something or even notice that I'm being dragged away, but of course no one does. Panic claws at my insides, and I know I have to do something to stop this psycho. He has money, power, and intimidation. I understand their fear of him. I'm sort of scared of him myself, but I’m more terrified of what might happen if I give in.
I dig my heels in. It’s my only attempt at stopping his advancement, but all it does is earn me a snarl of disapproval, along with a tightening of his grasp. He’s over six feet tall, muscular, and intimidating as hell. Stopping him would require some expertise, which I clearly don’t have. The next best thing I have is my voice.
“Let go of me!” I yell and attempt to pull away again, but I might as well be talking to a wall. “Fine, then. I’ll scream.” The words have barely escaped my lips when he stops dead in his tracks. The movement is so sudden that I crash directly into him, almost tripping over my feet.
The firm wall of muscle shifts as he turns, looking every bit the scary monster he is. Before I can utter another word, his hand slaps over my mouth, and he shoves me backward, my lower back pressing against a dust-covered shelf. One weary glance around, and I realize we’re in the stacks. The old part of the library where no one goes. This is bad. Worse than I thought.
Boxing me in with his body, he makes certain the only thing I can see and feel is him. I’m at his complete mercy. With one hand pressed against my mouth to stop me from calling out for help and his other arm snaked around my middle, holding me against him, I’m trapped. Doomed. Yet even with the fear trickling in my veins, this rush of excitement is building. It’s sickening and wrong that I even recognize it. With my current predicament, I can’t be bothered to think about how fucked up that makes me.
Not with his huge hand moving over my lower back, the searing heat of his touch burning through the fabric of my clothes. I might as well be naked at this point. Is it embarrassing that at my age, a man has never touched me like this before, with so much possession and desire? Maybe that’s why I’m so excited by it. My heart clenches tightly in my chest, building the anticipation of what might happen next.
It doesn’t really matter. No words will make him stop. It’s clear he’s not letting me go. Not until he gets whatever it is he wants. His green eyes bleed into mine, and I notice the thick lashes framing his devilish face. This close, it’s hard to see the evil beast inside him and far easier to see him as the all-American boy he portrays to everyone else. Kind, charming. No one knows there’s a complete psycho hiding in plain sight. Slivers of light cast an eerie shadow over us, and I shiver as if someone’s dumped an entire bucket of cold water on me, but is it from fear or anticipation? I don’t know. The light dances across his face, doing devastating things to his high cheekbones and razor-sharp jawline.
I suck a ragged breath into my lungs and am greeted with the intoxicating scent of teakwood and mint. This strange calmness blankets me. His smell shouldn’t calm or affect me, but somehow, it does, luring me into this odd sense of safety.
Leaning into me, he gently presses his nose into the crook of my neck. The rapid inhale of air into his lungs makes me think he’s breathing my scent into his lungs, which would be weird if it also wasn’t kinda attractive. I push the thought to the back of my mind because this man and his psychopathic tendencies are the last things I need in my life.
An entire cage of butterflies takes flight in my stomach as his nose skims over the sensitive flesh of my throat. His full lips glide over my thundering pulse, and there’s no hiding my fear or excitement. Not with the way my heart is trying to beat out of my body. Stupidly, I do nothing to try to escape his grasp, not even when he presses his hips firmer against mine, forcing me to feel his hard cock throbbing against my jeans. I can’t believe I let him fuck me with that giant-ass sword.