Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
My mind circles back to the events of one fateful night eight years ago. And once I go down that rabbit hole, I know there's no turning back.
I never could outrun Parker Miller.
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8 years ago
We're alone in the Miller-Wildfox house. The help is all asleep. June's still out, doing God knows what. Now it's just me and her stepbrother, Parker. The guy I've been crushing on for freaking months, begging and begging for my best friend to introduce me. Finally, she caved.
We went out to a nightclub called Pulse and I proceeded to get mind-blowingly drunk. But it worked out in my favor, because now I'm alone with Parker – just what I fucking wanted. And so what if I exaggerated how drunk I was? I got exactly what I wanted. Just like I always do.
Parker's lying next to me on the bed, swallowing me up with his hungry eyes. I'm wearing a short dress, my strappy heels still adorning my feet. I know I look good. I work hard for it. Hours in the gym, at the hairdressers, at the nail salon. Every inch of me is perfect. And Parker's approving look tells me he agrees.
"I want to see you naked," he murmurs. "Take that excuse for a dress off."
I stand up, never taking my eyes off his as I slip the straps of the dress down. My tits bounce free. They're not as big as June's, but they're perky and my nipples are rosy pink. Parker groans as I undress right down to my pink thong.
"You look good, little bird," he says. "Thong off, too."
I hook my fingers in the pink lace and tug them down, doing my best to seduce him. Parker doesn't know it, but my heart is beating a thousand times per minute. I don't know if he's figured it out yet. That this is my first time... But I wouldn't want anyone else to take my virginity.
I snap the elastic of the thong against my hips.
"I told you to take it off," Parker grits out. "Now."
Hesitantly, I push the thong over my ass. Just like the rest of me, my pussy is perfect. Waxed to perfection. His eyes drink me in, watching me with a look I can't quite describe.
"It's boring how perfect you are." I pout at the sound of his words. "You're missing something, little bird. You're just like all the others now."
"I don't think so," I smile in response, turning around seductively to give him a view of my pert ass. "I work so hard to look this good, Parker... Don't you like it?"
"I do," he smirks. "But I'd like it better if you didn't look like a copy of every fucking Instagram model with a couple thousand followers."
"I have more than a couple thousand," I brag.
"I don't give a shit."
"So what, then?" I put my hands on my hips. "You want me to look like June, is that it?"
He grits his teeth together, not answering me. Of-fucking-course that's it. It's painfully obvious my date is obsessed with his stepsister, just like I'm obsessed with him.
"Get on the fucking bed," he growls, and I do as I'm told, crawling on top of him. He lets me straddle him, and my heart pounds when I feel his thickness, hard and throbbing, under my pussy. I start grinding on him. "You're gonna leave a wet spot on my pants, little bird. Do you want everyone to know what a little slut you are?"
"Maybe." I grin wickedly. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
"You'll do for the night, yes." His words hurt, but I'm determined to change his mind. I'm not going to leave him alone after this. Parker and I are meant to be together. There's nobody else for me.
"Then fuck me," I whisper in the shell of his ear, grabbing his hands and putting them on my tits. But he's barely responding, as if his mind is preoccupied with something else. Someone else. Probably June. God, I don't want to hate her, but the jealousy I feel is overwhelming.
"You a virgin, little bird?"
I stop moving, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. "Is that a problem?"
"It might be." Parker props himself up on his elbows. "You like it rough?"
"I don't know," I manage. "Do you?"
"Of course I fucking do, Dove. Don't be stupid."
"Well, then I do, too." I smirk at him mischievously. "I like whatever you like. I'll be whoever you want me to be. Do whatever you want. Anything."
"Anything?" His gray eyes sparkle darkly. "Any-fucking-thing?"
"Of course," I chirp, hoping I sound more certain than I feel.
The next moment, Parker grabs me by the wrists, flipping me over so my body is caged underneath his on the bed. I whimper as he slams my arms down and my breaths are coming hard.
“Anything you want,” I tell him, “Any way you want it. I really do like you, Parker.”