Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“I already said I’m not interested. Don’t make me, make you disappear.”
“Okay, I get it.’ She rolls her eyes and tosses her brown curls over her shoulder.
I let out a sigh of relief when she turns and walks away. Finally. There’s a stack of water bottles in front of me and I snag one pressing the cold plastic to my aching cheek. That's going to fucking hurt tomorrow. A deep satisfied sensation settles in my bones. I don't feel it often, except after a brutal game, or after chasing down my little wallflower to punish her.
“Want anything?” The bartender finally notices me.
“Yeah, I’ll take a rum and Coke and a couple of shots of tequila.”
“You got it.” He smiles, and honestly I feel he’s way too happy to be working behind the bar at this place but whatever. Nothing can ruin the high I’m on.
He places the beverages down in front of me and I slam back the tequila shots right away. The burn feels so good, and warms me all over.
“Two more.” I gesture to him.
He disappears again and I grab the rum and Coke taking a sip of it. My thoughts inevitably turn back to Bel. I can’t fucking escape her. Even when I don’t want to be thinking about her I find that’s all I can do. She’s more than an obsession. She’s embedded in my DNA, under my skin, a part of who I am.
Removing her existence from my brain, or forgetting about her would be like forgetting who I myself am. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I tug it out looking down at the text on the screen.
Flower: I miss you and I hate myself for it.
The weight of her words are almost more than I can bear. She misses me and hates herself for it. I consider firing back a text, but decide otherwise. Bel’s always been a hands-on learner, and I think maybe she needs me to remind her how much I care for her.
While I’m doing my best not to fuck this up I can’t push her away, or keep her at a distance without causing her harm. There’s a fine line with her and I’m going to do my very best to make certain she sees how serious I am.
The bartender places the next two shots down on the bar, and I take them slinging them back like they’re water. Then I grab my wallet, and toss a couple of bills down on the bar. I’m not sure if my body is up for another challenge tonight but I’m going to do it any way.
I guess while find out if I can make it into Sebastian’s fucking princess tower without getting my ass kicked or otherwise detected. If I have it my way, Bel will be stuffed full of my cock by the night's end. I need her like I need air, like I need the heart beating in my chest.
22
BEL
The scent of mint, sweat, and liquor tickles my nostrils. It wraps around me in an intoxicating haze that makes me shift backward to get closer to it.
I know who the scent belongs to: Drew.
It's always Drew.
The palm of his hand cups my throat gently, and I press into his hold, begging for more. Needing his touch more than I need air.
His lips trace my ear, and I shiver at the intimate caress.
"Wallflower..." he whispers, his voice rough and raw.
All I can do is moan and press my body against any piece of hardness I can find. His body, his hand, anything. I just want to touch him and feel his fingers on my skin. I don't know how to explain with words what I want or need from him.
Not that it matters. This is nothing more than a dream.
I let it pull me deeper into the darkness, where there is nothing more than his scent and his hands on me. Yes. It feels so good. Another moan slips free from my lips, and his hand comes up from my throat to cover my mouth.
"Quiet, Flower."
I grind back, but he’s no longer there.
Stupid dream not giving me the hard length of him to grind against.
I’m rewarded with his hand instead, as he grips my pussy through my panties. "Oh, fuck me."
I can feel my arousal swirling deep in my core, wetting my panties. I shouldn't have sent him that text earlier. It’s fucking with my head, clearly. Shifting in his grasp so I can get closer, he tightens his hold on my pussy.
The pressure and sensation threaten to consume me, and I blink my eyes open with a gasp. Oh no. I crash back down to reality real fast, especially when I look up and see a shadowy figure looming over the bed, leaning near my waist.
Panic and fear zip through me, and all I can think is I need to get away, escape. I immediately lash out, hitting the intruder with my fists, a scream making its way up my throat.