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)
Tired of his arrogance, I thrust my chin up and glare. "And if I don’t?"
The darkness of his eyes seems to go deeper, and his face comes down to my level like a predator scenting his prey. "Do it. Run. We both know how it will end. Plus, it turns me the fuck on to chase you down and force my cock inside you. Maybe I’ll claim your second virgin hole just to prove a point."
“You’re an asshole,” I growl, but any future words are cut off when he shoves three fingers past my lips and curls his palm around the rest of my mouth, securing his hand under my chin.
"I’m so much worse than an asshole, but if you behave, you’ll never have to experience that side of me. Now be good, and let me touch you. I’m dying to touch you, flower.”
I whimper as he shoves at the waist of my jeans, pushing them down to my knees. Oh my god. We can’t do this here. What if someone catches us? I struggle in his grasp, ready to kick him in the junk to get away if I have to. I should’ve done it earlier. Why didn’t I? With his body situated the way it is, I can’t get my knee close enough to his junk.
"Shhh. Calm down. If I wanted someone to see you like this, we’d have just stayed at the tables.”
I want to growl at him, but all I can do is stare at him with a pleading look, hoping he can see the fear painted in my features. “If it helps any, I don’t share, at least not usually. I’m very possessive of my toys.”
Toys? I’m not a possession. I’ve already told him this.
I attempt to open my mouth wider around his fingers so I can speak, but that backfires on me, and he takes the opportunity for what it is and shoves his fingers deeper. I gag on the thick digits, and pleasure zips straight through me and into my pulsing core.
I’m both furious and turned on, but at the moment, I’m more turned on than angry. What is wrong with me? Clearly, I have lost my damn mind because I continue to let this charade go on. My core pulses, burning with need, and all I can do is squeeze my thighs together and babble as I beg him to touch me where I need it most.
A need I hadn't ever really felt… until that night in the woods.
His hot breath fans against my ear. “I wasn’t lying to you. I’ve been thinking about touching you since the second you ran off on me, and I’ve wanted to fuck you again since the moment I finished the first time. I didn’t even wash your blood off my cock right away. I’m invested in you, flower…”
His lips nibble along my throat, and my every breath becomes a pant.
“It’s really your own doing that you’re here in this situation, about to be finger fucked against a dusty bookshelf. If only you had kept your pretty mouth shut…maybe I wouldn’t have noticed you. Who knows, maybe I would have anyway.”
A gurgling sound escapes my throat as he alternates between sucking on my neck and nipping at it with his teeth. The evidence of my arousal pools between my legs. I’m so turned on, it’s embarrassing. Using his knee, he roughly shoves my legs apart. The fabric of his jeans is cold against my bare flesh. My nipples ache right along with the spot between my legs.
"Fuck, flower. I thought you hated me.” He pulls away and directs his attention to the space between my thighs. The insides are coated and slick with arousal. "This doesn’t look like hate, baby.”
I’m so overcome with the need for release that I let his statement go, and instead, I try to press against him to gain more friction, anything really, so I'm not standing bare ass in the library for nothing.
“So greedy, yet you ran away from me in the woods. If I knew you were such a whore for my fingers, maybe I’d have offered you those first.”
He cups my pussy, his big fingers sliding along my skin, parting me easily. Flames of desire burn deep in my gut, each touch a glowing ember setting me ablaze. “Truth is, no matter how much you try to fight it, there’s no denying that you want me, that you want this, even if it feels wrong and fucked up. I don’t recall you asking me to stop or saying no. Not once. But it’s okay, your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone what you like.”
Without mercy or warning, he enters me. I let out a whimper, closing my mouth over his fingers for a second. There’s a slight burn as I adjust to the sudden change. He raises an eyebrow like he's daring me to bite him. I know better than that. Somehow, he can read every thought running through my head and predict my next move like a real predator.