Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Um, can we talk?” I say to Trent. I pull away from my father and grab Trent’s arm, pulling him toward the stairs. Neither of us says anything until we’re in my bedroom. He still hasn’t relaxed and instead paces the floor of my bedroom. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I wrap my arms around him from behind only for him to pull away. “Sorry. It’s just not a good idea when I’m like this.”
“Maybe you can use a distraction,” I murmur.
He turns and looks at me, his gaze hard and cold. “You need things to be gentle, and I’m not in the state of mind to be able to do that,” he says through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I appreciate his concern, but I want to provide him with the same comfort and distraction he gave me when I was upset. His eyes track my every move as I close the space between us. I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips, gauging his reaction before I do it again. I’m not sure what will happen in the morning, whether or not he’ll be gone and never to be seen again. The only thing I want to focus on right now is him being here and in front of me at this present time. And if this is in fact the end, I want to have him just one last time before all I have left of him are intimate memories.
His hand tightly winds into my hair as he deepens the kiss, the intensity in which he kisses me eliciting a moan from me and nearly bringing tears to my eyes. It’s as if his body is saying the words his mouth can’t, a subtle admission that no matter how right we feel together, we’re both forbidden. You always hear about heartbreak and how to get over it, but no one ever talks about the heartbreak that comes from something that may never come to be. There’s no advice on what to do with the life you think you could’ve had with someone who never comes to fruition when you’re forced to continue with your life as if this person hasn’t forever changed it.
“I love you,” I whisper. I don’t even know why I say it. He only looks at me, a mixture of things in his eyes as he brushes the stray tear from my cheek before he kisses me again.
All thoughts fall away as he lifts the T-shirt and pulls it over my head, his hands hungrily moving over my body. I help him remove his bulletproof vest and the rest of his clothes before we fall onto my bed. He gets up, and I frown in confusion as he walks over to my closet door, grabbing a silk scarf hanging on the doorknob.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I look between him and the scarf before I finally nod. I have no idea what he plans to do, but I’m willing to do anything to help him take his mind off everything that’s happened tonight. He comes back over to me and motions for me to give him my hands. I sit up and put my wrists together, holding them out to him.
He wraps the silk material around my wrists and ties them snugly. I look down at the excess scarf that still hangs, but he doesn’t leave me wondering for much longer.
“I need you to turn around and get on your knees,” he instructs, his voice low. I maneuver my body around as he asks, squeaking in surprise when he reaches between my legs and grabs the scarf. The move forces me to fall onto my chest. He wraps each excess side of the scarf around each thigh right above my knee before tying the remaining little bit to my hands. I squirm a little, a little uncomfortable because it’s a little tight but excited for what’s about to happen.
He doesn’t say anything as his finger travels down my spine, goose bumps rising on my skin. I close my eyes and sigh into my comforter when his fingers find my clit and rub small circles.
“If you need me to stop at any point, just say the word,” he says as he positions himself behind me.
I look at him as best as I can in my position. “I trust you,” I murmur.
We both groan when he pushes inside me, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust. His strokes are hard and fast, rattling every cell in my body. I can only pray that my father is nowhere close by, as I’m unable to contain my moans even if I want to. Pleasure and pain crash into me one after the other, a constant push and pull that fights for dominance on the climb to my orgasm. So many different sensations overwhelm me that I can’t focus on a single one. The tight silk that rubs against my skin. Trent’s punishing cock inside me. His firm grip on my hair forces me to arch my back as slight pain spreads across my scalp. But I don’t shy away from any of it. In fact, I want more of it, more of him.