Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I—” I try to speak but the sound is muffled.
“Anytime and anywhere.” My eyes dilate as I look at him. He’s completely serious. I shake my head no and he laughs. He actually laughs. “Oh, but you will give me exactly what I want. It’s too late to go back now.”
I slowly take my lips from his fingers. “You’re crazy.”
“You’ll see how it is. We’ll go slow, but trust me when I tell you, Skylar. You are mine now. All you need to trust is that everything I make you give to me, I will cherish and give you twice as much back.”
“Torin.”
“Rule number one. When we’re in bed together, I’ve decided I like it when you call me Tor. You can call me Torin when we’re alone. Either that or Joker any other time.”
“Excuse me?” I exhale, wondering what episode of the Twilight Zone I’ve stumbled into.
“You can call me sir if you’d rather.”
I blink, all words eluding me at this point. I don’t know how to respond to him. So, instead, I slide off the bed. I grab the bedspread and wrap it around me, quickly. “I don’t have time for this. I promised Trudy that I was going to spend the day with her. I need to shower.”
“No.”
I raise my eyebrow and look down at the crazy man. “No?”
“No showering. I want to be able to smell your cum whenever I’m around you.”
“Two things, Joker.” He smirks at me, and I find I’d like to slap him. “First, you’re not going to be around me. I’m going to be with Trudy, and maybe Archie, for part of the day. Second, I am showering because what you just said is gross. I don’t want anyone to smell me, period. I enjoy being clean and that’s exactly why I’m going to fucking shower.”
“You’re a little brat, Peaches.”
“I’m—”
“Don’t worry. I like it. It’s going to be fun to bring you to heel.”
“Bring me to heel?” I practically yell.
He lets out a low chuckle and I stomp off. My intent is to head back to my old room because the bathroom door locks. Plus, I can at least use it to bathe and change into my clothes. My exit would have been grand, except I stumble on the long train of the cover. I probably would have dived headfirst onto the cement floor if Torin hadn’t grabbed me. He picks me up and actually tosses me back on the bed. “Sit tight. I’ll put some pants on and take you to your room so you can shower.”
I start to stand up. “I don’t need you to take me anywhere,” I huff.
“You move off that bed and your ass will be so sore you won’t be able to go with Trudy. You won’t be able to sit either,” he warns, his voice dark, deadly, and hell, it’s sexy too. I’d never admit it, but it makes me even wetter. It’s at this point I’m thinking there is something horribly wrong with me.
“I don’t have to—”
“Push me, Peaches. I want you to. Let’s see how much you like my punishment. I promise you that if you keep it up, I’ll have you begging to come for days before I’ll let you find relief.”
Holy shit.
I want to push him, but I’m scared. I think we both know he’s capable of making me beg. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to push him away, either. Especially not now that I know how much pleasure he can give me. I snap my mouth shut and refuse to look at him. I have to be very careful here. I need to get free from him and find a way to stay far, far away when I do. Right now, I think it might be safer to just fall into line. I’m going to have to pick my battles where Torin’s involved. I’ll be back in college on Monday, and I’ll make my escape then.
What harm can one more night with the big dummy do?
Crap, crap, crap.
Chapter 18
Joker
“How’re your balls?” Heavy laughs.
“Fuck off,” I mutter, not wanting to see him. It’s not that he’s not a great guy, because he is. It’s the fact that my woman had his shirt on last night and he carried her away from me. Motherfucker is lucky he’s not breathing through a straw.
“You’re awfully testy. Still in pain?” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “Is there a reason you’re here annoying me, Heavy?”
“How am I annoying you?” he asks, not bothering to hide his laughter.
“By breathing my air,” I grumble, and he lets out a loud chuckle as if I just told the best joke ever.
“I can only take your sour attitude as proof you weren’t able to win over our little badass.”
“Her name is Skylar,” I grumble.
“She’s ‘little badass’ around here.”
“Well, she’s my old lady. So, maybe stick with just her name. I don’t like other men calling her names that might make them even glance at her ass.”