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)
She swallows hard, her throat working. “It’s not what you think…”
"Oh really? What do I think? Can you read my mind now? Going out with another man when you know you belong to me? Humiliating me in front of my friends and teammates? Tell me, Maybel, what the fuck am I supposed to think?"
Her lips part, and she speaks, but I shake my head. If I have to hear another pitiful excuse fall from her lips, I’ll find another use for it besides talking.
“No, I won’t be quiet.” She sneers and then frowns. “I went with him because I was mad at you. All you do is take and never give anything back. And yes, I guess I wanted to make you a little jealous. You expect me to sit around waiting for you, legs spread. I’m not that girl.” Her eyes dart down to her hands, which now rest in her lap.
I narrow my eyes. "Wow. That’s some agenda, with one fucking hour of wandering this stupid carnival. Ambitious, flower. You thought I’d be jealous?”
"Yes.” She sighs.
Did she make me jealous? Fuck yes. She accomplished her goal there, but she also taught herself a valuable lesson as well.
“Did you let him touch you?”
She shakes her head. “I didn’t let him. He was just doing what any guy does on a date.”
The statement makes me see red, and I grit my teeth to keep from launching myself at her. "It doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t have asked you to begin with, and even if he did, you shouldn’t have agreed. By the time I’m through with him, he won't even be a ghost on campus."
She tangles her hand in the fabric of her dress almost nervously.
"Nothing to say to that?” I prompt.
She sighs loud enough I can hear her across from the carriage. "What do you want from me?"
That’s the question, isn't it?
Am I using her as an outlet? Probably. Is she a challenge unlike any I’ve ever come across? Also yes. But I think it goes deeper than either of those things. I’m finally taking something for myself after years of doing what everyone else wants and expects. Maybe that's why I'm so damn hard on Maybel. She needs to be perfect for me, and by god, she will be when I'm through with her.
"Looks like you got what you wanted, or more than that, if I’m correct, because now I’m a twister of emotions, both jealous and pissed off. The only person you have to blame is yourself. So tell me, how do you plan to fix this?”
Her eyes go wide at my calm tone. I'm anything but calm inside, more like the calm before the storm. When a moment passes, and she doesn’t respond or move, I take that as my answer.
“Come here.” I gesture toward the floor of the carriage.
“Please, Drew,” she pleads, but she doesn’t realize her begging only turns me on more, as tears well at the corners of her eyes.
I shake my head, and when she doesn’t move, I repeat myself and give her a second chance. "Come here, now!" There's a long moment when the scent of popcorn and the music that just started on the speakers cuts between us. Her entire body trembles, and goose bumps pebble across her skin. "I won't tell you again. My next move will be to put you on your knees myself, and when it comes to you, I can’t be responsible for what I might do when I’m as angry as I am right now.”
I watch, impatiently awaiting her choice. She looks out over the edge of the wheel. We've stopped at the top, and she knows there's nowhere for her to go. Nowhere for her to escape. She's as trapped as she was the first time I caught her. I give her only a second more. I'm about to lurch forward when she slithers off the bench and folds her dress under her knees before dropping to the floor in front of me. I spread my legs and sink a hand into her hair, dragging her forward.
“What do you want me to do?” She looks like a fucking angel, with her pleading eyes and blond halo of hair. I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do. Almost. I slowly drag my thumb across her plump pink bottom lip, then press down hard, forcing her mouth open.
“Prepare yourself, flower. I’m going to fuck your face, and I’m not going to be gentle.”
Fear and excitement sparkle in her eyes. "What if I say no? I could just sit here and wait until we go back around, then get off and go."
I shrug like I don't give a shit. Like I’d actually let her do that. "You could...sure, but you won't make it off this ride before I'm inside you. And it'll only make for a better show when everyone sees you bent over, my cock pumping inside your tight pussy.”