Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
He never wanted me to be defenseless. Other families didn’t do that for their daughters or sisters. They think it makes them rebellious, and I don’t think they’re wrong. Going to one of the best prep schools in the world I’m sure only added to that rebellion. I was taught to think for myself, but because of how my family treated and loved me, they have my devotion.
But there is one thing you can never let happen. Not when you’re small. You can only prepare so much for a fight. Especially with a man twice your size. The key is to never let them close. Not that Gilly and I are about to fight, but brute force always wins out if it gets close enough. At the moment, I’m utterly helpless. There is not one thing I could do to get myself out of this situation. All the control is in his hands.
As fast as the fear filled me, the second I realized it was Gilly something else took over. Heat rushes through my body at the idea of being completely under his control. I’ve never gotten the chance to explore what things I might be into, but my body at this moment is screaming for me to submit to this man. It doesn’t matter, though. I won’t give in. I can’t. Gilly is too late. My heart might be pounding and my panties getting wetter by the second, but my mind has already decided to stop this–whatever this is. So I do the only thing I can think to do at this moment.
Nothing.
I decide to wait for the next move. I lie utterly still. I don’t try to fight him. That would be pointless. It would only drain my energy, and it would be a battle I’d lose quickly. Still, it takes everything in me not to fight back. A whirlwind of emotions are rising up inside of me as each second ticks by, and it has nothing to do with being busted for my late-night sneak-out. It has everything to do with the fact that I’ve been in love with Gilly for as long as I can remember. He’s not here for me, I remind myself again. He’s here for my brother. To find out what I’ve been up to so he can report back to him.
“How many times?” he whispers into my ear. His warm breath tickles my skin.
I don’t respond because I can’t. His hand is over my mouth still.
“Was this the first time you snuck out?” Does he mean out of the house or the property? Big difference. I go with property, so I nod.
“Was it for a boy?” These questions aren’t so black and white.
I shrug this time.
His grip on my wrists tightens, and I know my response has pissed him off. Why does he care if I went to have a makeout session with a boy? I understand being mad over my safety or whatever, but I’m not a promised bride, nor will I ever be one unless I was to offer myself as one. My brother would never ask that of me.
“Did he touch you?” he asks next. I swear I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, but maybe it’s my own. I shake my head. That’s when I realize something else besides our pounding hearts. He’s hard. His erection presses into me. I’d know the feel of a gun or the handle of a knife. What I’m feeling is all him.
I swipe my tongue across the palm of his hand as I lift my hips. Not that I get them to rise far with Gilly’s weight on top of me, but I get the reaction that I know I will because Gilly would never want my tongue on him. That would be a big no-no, and Gilly always follows all the rules.
He jerks his hand back, but to my surprise, he doesn’t leap off me.
I stay pinned under him.
“Don’t do that,” he grits out.
“Sneak out or lick you?”
“Carina,” he grates, warning in his tone.
I enjoy playing with fire, especially when it comes to Gilly. I don’t know what game he’s playing, or maybe it’s not a game at all. His cock being hard might merely be a man’s reaction to being pressed to a half-naked woman.
“Did you watch me undress, Uncle Gilly?” The uncle rolls right off my tongue. That hold he has on me tightens even more. It’s almost painful but in the most delicious of ways. “Did you enjoy the show? That why you’re all worked up?” I wrap my legs around him. He starts to speak, but I keep going. “Hope you enjoyed it, because that’s all you’ll ever get from me. You’ll never see me like that again,” I bite out. My anger finally gets the best of me.