Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Thanks, Uncle Seamus.”
He smiled. “Anytime, lass. If ya need back up, I’m only a phone call away.” He kissed my sweaty forehead and sent me home. “Don’t want yer ma worryin’ too much about ya.”
Uncle Seamus’ words stayed with me for the next few days, his words echoing in my mind whenever I thought about revenge. I cursed my proper Catholic upbringing because I had no experience with things like revenge. All I knew was that I was desperate for it.
I needed to make Owen and the others pay.
One day, a week before school started, a plan fell into my lap. I had just come from the shower after a long walk around the outskirts of town to clear my head, to think up a good revenge plan. I stared at the changes my body had gone through over the summer.
My boobs were bigger, and most of the baby fat had been replaced with lean muscle. I was strong, and more importantly, I was no longer afraid.
Not of anyone or anything.
And then I saw Owen Doyle peeking inside my bedroom window, salivating over my naked body. My first instinct was to hide, but Seamus’ words came back to me at that moment. Demons prey on the weak.
Still naked, I sauntered over to the window and opened it. “Like what you see, Owen?”
He swallowed nervously, unsure what to make of this new version of me. “No, uh, I wanted to talk to you, and you were just…naked. And hot.” He licked his lips. “And naked.”
I took a step back and folded my arms over my chest, drawing his gaze to my bare breasts. “What did you want to talk about? Luring me out so your friends can watch again?”
He blinked, shocked I had the nerve to bring it up. “I’m sorry, Sadie. I didn’t mean for them to be there, it just kind of happened, and I couldn’t send them away.”
Sorry? Was he sorry? No, he wasn’t sorry yet. But he would be soon enough. “Boys will be boys, right?” I sighed.
His gaze darkened and he nodded slowly. “Something like that.”
I smiled. “Apology accepted, Owen.”
“Really?”
I nodded and flashed a shy smile, playing my role of prey to a tee. “Like you said, I liked it.” The words felt bitter on my tongue, but I learned a lot over the summer, and planned to use it to my advantage. When the moment was right. “Want to come in?”
His eyes widened again in shock. “Seriously?”
I nodded slowly and took another step back. “Sure. But this time, I want to enjoy it for real.” I sat on my twin bed and leaned back, showing off my new body. “But you have to be really quiet.”
Owen couldn’t take his eyes off of me, and I felt no pleasure in his hungry gaze. On the contrary, I felt nothing but contempt for him from the moment he shucked off his jeans and boxers, climbed on top of me, and stuck his stupid dick inside me.
I thought of killing him ten different ways while he grunted and pumped into me, but I had to plan it now that I knew how to exact my revenge. “Oh fuck, Sadie.”
His hips pumped faster, and I knew he was close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and threw my head back, moaning low and deep as if I enjoyed myself as much as he did.
“Owen,” I whispered and shook, faking every moment to reel him in.
He pulled back with a smile and kissed me, slow and intense, like it meant something.
“Wow, Sadie, that was incredible. You got hot over the summer.”
Asshole. “Thanks.”
Owen left out the same window he entered, and as soon as he was out of sight, I took another shower to wash away his smell.
And then I began to plan his demise.
I had a little more freedom since I worked hard all summer and would start the year as a senior instead of a junior, so I took my time with the planning stage.
Every night for the next week, Owen showed up at my window, and I reeled him in with all sorts of tricks I’d learned reading the Kama Sutra and other books not meant for good little Catholic girls. I sucked him off, let him fuck me from behind, and even let him come all over my perky boobs.
By the end of the week, he was hooked.
It was time.
“Are you free tomorrow?”
Owen paused in buttoning his jeans and looked up at me with a surprised smile. “Can’t get enough of me?”
“Something like that,” I purred and stretched, arching my back to my tits pushed up. “I want to try something new, and I’d like to be as vocal as I want to be.”
“I’m listening.” He perked up at the idea of hearing me beg again.
“You know that little creek that splits the town from the golf course?” I’d taken that path as a shortcut through town for years. It was where I cried after the rape, where I cried after I lost Emily’s friendship and every day for months last year.