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)
“So tight and perfect,” he growls against my throat and presses close, his erection hard against my upper belly. How did that—thing—fit inside me? “You’re such a good girl when you want to be.” Drew withdraws his fingers, dragging them through my wet folds and stopping once he reaches my clit. He circles the tiny bud, swirling expertly across every nerve ending, lighting my entire body on fire.
How does he know how to touch me better than I do?
My eyes bulge, and I let out little gasps at every flick of his wrists. He moves the fingers in my mouth, fucking me with them, making me gag on them, as he fucks my pussy with the other hand, and I grow wetter and hotter with every heartbeat.
“Suck. Suck my fingers like you’re sucking my cock,” he demands, his voice rough.
I do as he says, chasing a high I know only he can provide me. I suck and lick his fingers greedily, and he continues stroking my clit, bringing me closer and closer to bliss.
I can feel the pleasure building, and my eyes start to flutter closed, but he gives me a little shake, forcing my attention back on him. "No, I want to see your eyes when you cream all over my fingers. Look at me. Watch me. Do you feel what you do to me? How hard you make me? I’m going to explode inside my fucking jeans at any second because of you." He sounds angry, but a softness in his eyes leaves me confused.
With our gazes locked, I feel the rope tethering me to him tightening. This feels too close, too intimate, and I struggle to continue meeting his gaze, but I don't trust him, nor the repercussions I’ll endure if I don't listen.
I'll be his good girl…until he releases me for good.
His fingers move faster, drawing little moans and whimpers out of me. Insanity must possess me because my hips start to buck, chasing his hand with every swipe of that magical digit. I’m a puppet, and he’s pulling the strings. It feels too good to fight. I’m dizzy with lust and blinded by the promise of something sinister.
My pulse climbs higher…higher…
“Good girls get pleasure,” he whispers into my ear.
Oh god, he’s going to make me come.
“Bad girls get nothing.”
I’m close, so close. My toes curl in my shoes, and I’m about to ignite like a firework and explode into the night sky. And then, like water tossed on a flame, my fire fizzles out. He pulls his fingers from my mouth, and his movements against my clit stop entirely.
Cold disappointment rains down on me.
“What?” I question, dazed and confused. “Why are you stopping?” I hate the desperation that fills my voice as I speak.
Drew doesn’t say anything and pulls away entirely. The warmth of his body leaves me, and a shiver that’s much deeper than a sudden coldness grips me. My knees threaten to buckle beneath me, and I tremble, gripping the edge of the shelf to stay upright as I tug my jeans back up my thighs. Was it me? I can’t help but feel I’ve done something wrong. Shame coats my insides with a sticky sludge. I don’t even like him and the way he’s treated me, so I should be grateful he ended this before it went too far. Yet it feels like a slap in the face—like he rejected me instead of me rejecting him.
Anger rattles me to the core. He wants me. I can see it. Feel it.
Then why pull away?
The feelings of indifference rush back in. I’m not good enough for him, that’s what this is, and somehow, I know rationally that doesn’t make sense because I don’t give a shit about his opinion… But in many ways, I do.
I glance at him through a curtain of blond hair, my face burning with embarrassment. His steely eyes meet mine, and he tilts his head to the side as if inspecting me. From the little time I’ve known Drew, I’ve already worked out a couple of things about him.
The person he is with everyone else is not the real him.
It’s not uncommon for people to have multiple personalities and be different people in different environments, but that’s not what this is. Drew isn’t the person he plays or the mask he slips on. He’s unhinged, sinister, and dark. He’s hiding in plain sight, afraid of what the world will think of him if they see the monster beneath the beautiful exterior.
Tears burn at the back of my eyelids, and I twist my face away.
Drew snickers. “Don’t cry.”
With frightening speed, he pounces on me, one of his hands coming to wrap around my throat, his meaty fingers pressing firmly into my skin, a warning of what's to come if I don’t listen. “Don’t cry because I really, really like it. My touch is a reward, and I’ve shown you how good it can feel. The little stunt you played back there wasn’t worthy of my touch. That wasn’t worth shit. Now, thankfully, I’m in a giving mood, so I’ll let your attitude and behavior slide. However, you're going to listen to me very carefully when I tell you what will happen next.”