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)
“Well, rumors are just that, rumors. The thoughts of others. Plus, plans–and people–change. I can choose to start dating or sleeping with the same girl if I want to. I don’t give a fuck about what other people say about me.” His voice leads me to believe him, but the look in his eyes makes me think otherwise.
“Okay, then why me? I’m no one. A book nerd who tutors for extra money, has no popularity, and is attending on a scholarship sponsored by some rich, elite family.”
With a soft chuckle, he lifts me by the chin and meets my eyes. "That’s where you’re wrong, flower. You’re the most interesting thing in my life at this very moment. Lucky for you, I don’t care about your reputation or popularity. Nor do I care about the dollar signs in your bank account. You’re far more unique than any of those social standards. Something about you draws me in. It makes me curious, and the more you fight against me, the more I want to grasp onto you. The more I want to know about you. Fate brought us together, and I want to test it out. See what happens next. Now, let me show you what I want from you.”
His huge hands skim up my arms and then cup around my neck, coming to rest against my cheeks. Maybe it's because I remember how his hands felt on my body that night. How high I got when I finally accepted I'd been caught. I was a rabbit in a trap, and Drew was the hunter. I don’t know, but I don’t want to push his hands away, while at the same time, the fear thickening in my stomach makes it hard for me to just give in to this.
He's demanding and brutish. Arrogant and spoiled, and worst of all, I don't like him. Not really. My body, however, wants to explore all the things he’s offering. The slightest touch of his hands on my skin has my nipples hardening and my core clenching. I’m already wet just from the barest of touches. Shivers wrack my body, and I can’t stop them. He looms over me, letting me shake in his grasp, almost like he's enjoying it.
"Are you going to try to run? Make me chase you or hunt you down?” His breath fans against my ear, and I swear my shivering intensifies. “Remember how well that went last time? You thought you were going to get away, but you didn’t. I caught you right between my teeth. It was only us out in those woods, at least for the most part. Here, students are everywhere. Do you want to give them a show? I could bend you over in the middle of the atrium, rip off your jeans, and sink into that hot pink cunt of yours. Is that what you want? Maybe that should be your punishment for sassing me.”
My eyes bulge out of my head. The mere thought of him taking me in front of students and staff. I can feel the heat rising, embarrassment climbing up my neck.
“You’re looking a little sick. Are you sure that’s what you want? Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone just to prove a point?”
I whimper and shake my head. "No. Please. I don’t want that."
His gaze sharpens. "Okay, then you need to listen to me and do as I say. My patience is dwindling by the second. I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I sank inside you the first time. I did what I could to stay away, but denying myself what I want isn’t something I typically have to do. And well, your fire and fight turn me on. I'm closer to the edge of snapping than I care to admit, so let me touch you. Let me do what I want, and maybe I'll allow you to go for a while longer.”
"A little while?" I whisper.
"If I didn't make it clear enough for you that night, I’ll explain again: this isn’t a one-time thing. Until I say otherwise, you're mine and belong to me. I will do whatever I want with you when I want to. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me, only my wants and needs, but don’t get it twisted. You’re a possession, a pretty little trophy I get to set on my shelf. Be good, and I’ll show you the most intense pleasure, but try to fight me, and you’ll be in for a world of hurt." He bites off the last words with an almost angry click of his teeth. His even, shiny white teeth… I'm wondering how they'd feel on my skin, in my neck, my shoulder, my ass. Stupid. I can’t be thinking like this.
As if he can read my mind, he gives me a small, knowing smile. "You're going to be a good girl and do what I tell you to."