Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
She hasn’t given me any encouragement to be fair, but neither has she rebuffed me any of the times I’d cornered her like this. The battle going on inside was fierce. On the one hand I wanted her to suffer, and on the other I hated what this was doing to her.
It was too late to turn back now, even though the anger didn’t burn quite as hot anymore. I still wanted revenge no doubt about it, but something fundamental had changed in the last few days that didn’t bear looking at too close.
I stepped back a little when I heard his footsteps returning, for the first time not wanting to leave her here alone with him. I consoled myself with the fact that tomorrow I’d have her. What happens after that, we’ll see.
I leaned over into her ear with a whisper. “I’m taking you tomorrow.” Before she could react, I ran a finger down her cheek and walked away just as he came back into the room.
I took the tool he held out to me and bid them both goodnight before heading to the door with him on my ass talking about some inconsequential bullshit while I pondered whether or not I’d made a mistake warning her.
I was suddenly terrified that she’d tell him everything, or worse that tomorrow she wouldn’t be here. Me, the guy who’d spent the better part of my first six months in lockup talking myself out of outright killing her on sight, was now the one in the hot seat. Shit made no sense.
I didn’t hurry back next door to my computer as I usually do, but instead sat outside on the porch of the little house I’d rented, watching the stars and trying to get my thoughts in order. He didn’t come storming out guns drawn and I didn’t hear any screaming so it was safe to say she hadn’t told him. Now I’ll probably spend the rest of the night wondering what that meant like a little bitch.
10
I wasn’t planning to watch them when I finally went inside a few minutes later, since nothing new ever happens. After I leave she usually putters around the kitchen while he turns on the tube or goes out into the garage to pretend he knows what the fuck he’s doing.
Somehow I was drawn to that shit anyway and sat back to be bored stiff. Things started out pretty much the way I’d expected and I watched her putting the left overs away, bending over like she knew I had a bead on her ass. Damn, I hope her little under used pussy can handle this cast iron cock I planned to throw in her tomorrow.
My boy thumped along with my thoughts and I gave him a cursory pass with my hand to keep him still. Soon! I was hoping that the secret smile on her face meant that she was thinking about what I’d said.
When had this shit turned into a Lifetime special? I knew about those because one of the biggest, meanest motherfuckers on cellblock C would gut you if you turned the channel from that shit. The most mind numbing fuckery in creation. But I digress.
As I watched her move around the room my head was full of all the shit I planned to do to her with my dick. Revenge was the farthest thing from me mind as I imagined sinking into that silky warmth between her thighs for the first time. I’ll probably shoot in five minutes flat the first time I hit it since I hadn’t had pussy in forever.
My salacious thoughts were interrupted when fuck nut walked into the shot. I tensed up and gritted my teeth when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders from behind. Even from here I could see her body seize up at his touch. No doubt in my mind she was on my dick, but that’s for later. Right now I have to talk myself down from running next door and beating him with his amputated arm.
“Get the fuck…” I gripped the chair arms until my knuckles turned white and listened as she gave him a spiel about being too tired and maybe tomorrow. I held my breath until this asshole agreed and wondered what was really up with this guy. I’m all for being gentlemanly and shit, but for fuck sake you haven’t broken one off in more than a week and you just accept that tired shit no question?
Not saying he should take the shit, because then I’d have to go over there and end his dumb ass, but damn. At least put up a fight. Fucker all but skipped out of the room. I waited for him to come back with an argument or at least a little cajoling, but the TV came on in the next room and he sat down to watch.