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)
I banish the thoughts away. “Plus, you could use the money, and I’m nothing but a helpful guy.”
She pulls back, and I release her from my grasp, her pretty eyes narrowed to slits. “I need the money, but I don’t need your money, and before you say anything else, yes, there's a difference.”
Sometimes I think she wants to push me to my limits just to see how far I’m willing to go. “So I’ve been told by you once before, but I’m afraid you forget who I am and what I’m willing to do to get what I want.”
“How could I possibly forget? If my memory serves me correctly, any time you can’t get what you want from me, you take it.”
All I can do is smirk because if she’s trying to make me believe that she didn’t want what happened to happen between us last night, then she’ll need to try way fucking harder. “If you want me to believe you don’t want it next time, maybe don’t come so hard you strangle the life out of my cock while you’re milking it with your cunt, and I might believe you.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea. We barely get along. I’m pretty sure you’re going to kill me soon, and if you don’t kill me, I know I’m definitely going to kill you.”
“I’m harder to kill than I look, baby.” I wink.
Her expression turns serious, and her little button nose wrinkles, “I don’t know…”
Frustration stacks like concrete blocks deep in my gut. Why is she showing so much resistance to tutoring me, yet she has no problem saying yes to jackasses like Stewart? I know it’s going to make me an asshole to threaten her like this, but I do it anyway because I want her to understand that there isn’t any other way around this. She’ll do what I want her to do by choice or by force. It’s up to her which road we take.
“I mean, if it’s really an issue, I can go to the dean and share with him that you’re refusing to offer me services and discriminating against me, claiming that I’m a rich jock who shouldn’t need services.”
I watch as her face morphs into anger. “Prime example of why we should not do this and why I will, in fact, kill you.”
“You wish you could kill me, but then if you killed me, who would make you come so hard you nearly pass out?” The question makes the centers of her cheeks turn a soft pink color, and I gently run the pad of my finger over her flesh. “The answer is no one, by the way, because just in case you get any other stupid ideas about going out with other men next time, I won’t be so nice. Next time, I’ll kill the fucker right in front of you, and then I’ll fuck you and use his blood as lube.”
“You’re absolutely insane,” she whispers. My phone dings with an incoming text that I ignore. I’m not done with this conversation yet, and I don’t want my attention to deviate elsewhere.
“Believe me, I know… But for five hundred dollars a week, you’re putting up with me."
“I didn’t agree to that,” she growls angrily. “And blackmail is pretty low, even for you. You know I need the money from these sessions.”
“Then I guess you better make the right choice, flower.”
I leave the choice in her hands and push up and out of my seat. Before I leave, I press my lips to the crown of her head, letting them linger there for a moment longer than necessary. Her intoxicating strawberry scent fills my lungs, and I breathe as much of it into my lungs as I can. Where she’s concerned, I’m more out of control than I ever expected to be, but I don’t care. Before her, I never had a choice. I never had a voice. Now it’s like the pieces of the mask I’m forced to wear are slowly chipping away, revealing my real identity beneath.
CHAPTER 24
BEL
Nervous energy ripples through me as I stare at the cell phone screen. It’s only been three days since Drew announced I would be tutoring him and only him. I hate the idea of being alone with him again, but I don’t have much choice.
I’m not sure what he would do if I chose to tutor the other students still… but I don’t want to find out. Something deep in my gut leads me to believe this man is far more deviant and dangerous than even I know, and pushing him would be a dumb idea. He has money, a family, a future—everything I don’t—so his strange obsession with me makes no sense. I’m no one, nothing, yet he won’t leave me alone.
What would I even do if he left me alone?