Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Selma’s eyes light up and she smooths her hair. I roll mine his way but don’t get chance to utter anything as he grabs my arm and demands, “A word?”
“I have a few of those for you,” I reply, smirking.
“Not playing, Imogen.”
I go cross-eyed at the girls who are interested in this exchange way more than they ever have been. “I’ll be back. Prince of the dickheads wants my attention.”
He starts dragging me away from them by the bicep, which kind of hurts but not much.
“Slow down,” I snap as we go, ignoring the curious gazes of our peers. Everybody watches Kane Jessop all the time, but he’s a volatile enigma. He’s an ass to almost everyone and that only makes them want him more.
He yanks me around a corner, down an emptier hall. There’s work being done to the few rooms at the end so the rest of the rooms in this area aren’t being used due to noise. Though there’s no noise right at this moment which is good. I have a feeling I’m about to get a headache.
He tests the first door on the right but it’s locked. The second door isn’t. He pokes his head inside and yanks me in after him. The room is dark, lit only by the sunlight through the closed blue roller blinds on the window. It’s a science lab, nothing special. All the equipment has been put away leaving empty desks with little gas taps on them.
He slams his hand down on the door beside my head after backing me into it and then pinches my cheeks with his other hand and forces me to look at him.
“Give me your fucking eyes.”
“Give me a reason as to why you dragged me in here.”
His brows pull together. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No. Why would I kid about that?” He’s so confusing.
He’s also looking at me like I’ve grown a third head. “We fucked, I took your virginity, you don’t think we should have a conversation about that before you jump another man?”
“What’s there to converse about?” I snap, raising my chin defiantly. “We had sex, jeez, it’s not a big deal. I enjoyed it, thank you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
With his blazing eyes on mine he moves his hand from my chin to my hair. “What are you gonna do the next time you can’t go home? Crawl into his bed?”
My mouth closes because I hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“Reckon you can do that? Come to my bed and then go see him the next day? Do you think I could keep that a secret?”
“Kane,” I utter, pleadingly now. “I really like him; you know I do.”
“SO WHAT THE FUCK WAS I?” he booms, shouting directly in my face.
“Don’t yell at me!” I shove his chest so hard he goes back two steps. “I didn’t realize this was complicated.”
“Yeah, well, it is complicated!”
“Why?”
“Because seeing you kiss him is making me so fucking angry, I can’t see straight.” Grabbing my hair and ripping my head back, he looks at my lips like they disgust him. “I gotta get the taste of him outta your mouth.” His words are spoken more to himself and I have no idea what he’s about to do.
Like a rabbit in headlights, I stare at him, frozen in time. At first I think he’s going to kiss me but then his knee hits the back of mine and I go down with a gasp. My shins hit the floor and I gape up at him, confused and shocked.
I don’t register what he’s doing until I feel his swollen, rock hard cock against my lips.
“What are you--?” I don’t get to finish my sentence because he pushes his way in until the head of him is resting on my tongue and he’s groaning long and low. He doesn’t taste bad but I am livid.
I bite down, closing my teeth around his thick, jaw aching girth.
He grabs my hair and glares down at me. “Don’t be a dick, Immy.” Then he smirks while he pushes further into my throat making me squeak, and demands, “Suck it.”
I want to tell him to fuck off, I want to bite, but my tongue rolls against the underside of him and he chokes on a moan that has my entire body lighting on fire. There’s something so erotic about the noises he makes. I’ve laid awake at night touching myself, thinking of him and his noises. He starts rocking against me, guiding himself along my tongue and lips, whispering curse words as I make him wild.
Groaning, he grips my head with two hands and holds me in place, fucking my face now so hard I gag a couple of times. Yet even though I should hate it, I’m so wet, so needy, so turned on by this. My nose hurts, and my throat constricts when he pushes so hard his cock goes further than it should and my nose gets crushed against his body. He smells so good, so arousing and heady. So fresh and clean.