Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Hannah pulled up to her apartment building, all the windows dark. She let herself in, feeling uneasy about walking around its halls alone in the middle of the night. Letting herself into her apartment, she switched on the light and locked the door behind her.
When she took a deep, steadying breath, she looked down toward her feet and just like she expected... there was another letter.
You just proved everyone right about you. Whore. I can't wait to watch him toss you aside like the disposable trash you are. How does it feel to know you are just another in a long line of places he wants to stick his cock? He won't remember your name in a month when you are long gone. He doesn't keep his sex toys around the office.
Hannah threw the letter onto the mail table and walked into her bathroom. She stripped out of the clothes that suddenly felt itchy and heavy against her skin. Looking in the mirror, she noticed her vivid purple circles under her eyes had faded a bit. She looked less pale and weak. Then her eyes dipped a bit lower and she saw something odd on her neck. She moved closer to her reflection and a laugh escaped, mingled with a groan swiftly after. A hickey. He had given her a hickey. Like a couple of silly teenagers.
Against her ghostly white skin, the three uneven round spots stood out red and purple splotches that could obviously be nothing other than love bites.
Hannah shook her head, wondering if she had a turtlenecks in her wardrobe. They weren't exactly in fashion anymore.
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Elliott woke up cold around four in the morning. He rubbed his eyes absently, wondering why he had fallen asleep with the bed side lamp on. Then the memory came rushing back.
Hannah.
Where was Hannah? She had passed out so deeply on his chest. He had laid awake for almost an hour, absently running his fingers down her body or through her hair as her warm breath steadily spread across his chest.
He sat up, rolling his neck and looked toward the bathroom, expecting to see the door closed and the light on. But it was dark. And he ran his hand over the empty space next to him and found the sheets cold.
She had been gone for a while.
The realization hit him, settling hard and hollow in his stomach. Normally he would be ecstatic if he woke up and found the woman he had had sex with gone. It made the whole situation less awkward when both of them knew there would be nothing further between them. But this was different. He felt... offended?
Upset?
Elliott walked into the bathroom, leaning over the sink and splashing cool water on his face. He had wanted her to stay. He wanted her to wake up and while she was still sleepy, he wanted to pull her fully on top of him and thrust himself deep inside of her. She would have been ready. She had been sopping wet before he had even touched her in the source of her heat before. Her desire was overpowering.
He wasn't used to being with a woman who was so open, with so little self-restraint. She had whimpered and moaned and cried out his name loudly. Her skin was so sensitive, the slightest touch had her shivering and arching for more. And, God, she had been so tight. His cock twitched to life at the memory of her slick opening grabbing him and pulling him inward. He had been right when he thought she was inexperienced. Though not a virgin, he doubted she had more than a few sexual encounters in her life.
It was a surprising realization. To him, she was a beautiful woman. And judging by the way most of the men she walked past looked at her, they thought so as well. With her lovely face, the striking contrast of her dark hair and pale skin, and the curvaceous womanly body... she was most mens ideal.
Though he had noticed her recent weight loss, mostly in the bones sticking out in her collar, ribs, and hips... she still had large, full breasts and wide-set hips. Even her ass was plump and round.
He wanted to see her healthy again. He wanted to see her after she had fifteen pounds back on, when her stomach was softer and her thighs fuller. He wanted to be able to sink his fingers into her skin without having to feel her bones.
He turned on the shower, the water falling cool as he stepped under the spray. He would have her that way. He didn't care what it would take, but he was going to take her into his bed as often as possible. He was going to get to know every inch of her, use her desire until her body was spent.