Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she whines, but she doesn’t put up a fight as I drag her into the closest empty room. A lab, dark now, quiet. She’s still sputtering and grunting when I close the door, then stand with my back to it so she can’t get out.
“Is this the game we’re playing now?” She pinches the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut. “Like you said, I was just puking my guts up last night, and I’m still feeling tired. I don’t have it in me to deal with you right now, Preston.”
I wish it didn’t sound so good when she says my name.
“I just want to know one thing.” I wait for her to open her eyes before asking, “Who are you really visiting at the hospital?”
“This again? What is wrong with your brain? No, I’m serious.” She sighs. “You think I’m sneaking around, lying to my grandma? And even if I was, would it be any of your business at all? Why don’t you just leave me alone?”
There’s something about the way she says it that makes my breath catch. A throb of desperation. The thing is, she doesn’t know how hard I’ve tried. I want to leave her alone. I want to pretend she doesn’t exist. I wish I could go back to a time before I ever set eyes on her. Everything was less complicated.
“Who is it?” The longer she refuses to admit she’s lying, the more determined I am to pull the truth out of her. “All you have to do is tell the truth, and you can leave.”
“I am telling the truth.”
“That’s a lie. Or else why was that sweet grandma of yours so surprised when she heard you were visiting your grandpa? Do you think we’re that stupid?”
“Do you really want to hear the answer to that question?”
“Is it a boyfriend?” A flash of heat follows the question. Something bitter and dangerous that takes my blood from simmering to boiling. “Oh, is that what it’s all about? You don’t want to tell her you’re seeing somebody?”
“I can’t decide if you’re serious or not.” She tips her head to the side, eyes narrowing. “Is that seriously where your brain goes? You think I’m secretly seeing someone she wouldn’t like, so I’m making up stories? Do you think you, like, got me into trouble?”
That’s when she makes the biggest mistake she could. That’s when she laughs. The sound grates against my raw nerves—here I am, almost drowning in white-hot jealousy when I imagine her sneaking off to see some douchebag. She has the nerve to laugh, because she keeps forgetting who she’s dealing with.
Obviously, I need to remind her. Nobody laughs at me.
The sound cuts off when I grab her by the shoulders and press my fingers in deep until I swear I can feel her bones shifting. “Laugh all you want,” I warn while she takes short, sharp breaths. “We’ll see if you’re laughing when I go to your house and compare notes with Grandma Lois.”
“What is wrong with you?” There’s something about the way she asks, the look on her face, the disbelief in her voice. “Why would you do this?”
That’s an interesting question. I wish I knew the answer.
“Should I talk to her?” I ask.
“No. You shouldn’t.”
Fuck. She is hiding something. She just won’t say what. In my head, I see myself shaking her like a rag doll, screaming in her face, threatening all kinds of pain and ugliness if she doesn’t come clean.
But for now, there’s another way, and it might at least help lighten some of the rage that is starting to swell out of control and block out all sound outside of the roar of blood in my ears. “On your knees.”
Her jaw drops. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Get on your knees. You don’t want me to go to your house and talk to Grandma?” Holding her in place with one hand, I use the other one to cup myself. Just the thought of having her that way makes me swell. “Then you suck me off here and now, Emma. That’s the price.”
Tears fill her wide, disbelieving eyes while her teeth sink into her lip. “I… I’m not…”
All at once, though, her expression hardens. Like she’s made up her mind. The fact that she starts to sink to her knees confirms it.
“You haven’t sucked a lot of dick?” I ask, opening my belt and unbuttoning my shorts. The boxer briefs underneath are too tight now, thanks to my dick straining the way it is, jutting out in front of me. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”
She doesn’t say a word or even look up, focusing her attention on me lowering the elastic waistband so my rigid dick can be free. She’s really innocent, isn’t she?
A sizzle of anticipation dances up my spine. I’m going to teach her. I’m going to train her in how to please me. Because I already know this won’t be the last time I have her this way. Not now, looking down at her, filled with anticipation.