Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I’m so sorry you lost your mom the way you did,” I whisper, so softly I’m not sure if Briggs hears me.
He clears his throat and starts walking toward the elegant, rounded staircase. “Let’s just go to my room.”
I nod in agreement, following him up the stairs and into his bedroom, remembering the last time I was here. It wasn’t too long ago, yet things seem so different today. Before, I thought I only had to worry about Briggs hurting me. Now I realize there is someone scarier out there who actually wants to kill me.
Briggs slips out of his shoes and plops down on his bed. He sits with his back against the headboard. My nerves don’t allow me to join him. I start pacing in the center of the room instead.
Chewing on my lip, I think about my dorm room and my car. How can someone hate me so much that they would do this to me? I’ve never hurt anyone. Why are they after me?
“I can hear you thinking from over here. Why don’t you sit down, and we can watch a movie or something? To take your mind off everything.”
I scoff at the idea of doing something as domestic as watching a movie with Briggs. “I’m too wired to sit down.”
“Want a brownie?” Briggs offers, making me come to a stop.
“The kind we had last time?”
“Yes, it’s an edible. It will calm you down.”
“I don’t know…” I say, feeling torn. I want to calm down but also, I’m worried about not being worried. I should feel scared and, while getting high, I will surely let my guard down when I need it to be up.
“You can always take a bite or two. It won’t get you high, but it will be enough to calm your nerves.”
I think about it for a few moments before I decide to take him up on the offer. “I’ll take a bite.”
Briggs reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a ziplock bag with two pieces of brownie inside. He opens it and breaks a small piece off one of them. I cross the room and sit down on the edge of the mattress. He hands me the morsel, and I put the whole thing in my mouth.
“Are you not going to eat any?” I ask after I chew and swallow.
“Nah, not right now.” He closes the ziplock bag and places it back in the drawer of his nightstand.
“You suddenly being nice to me is weird as fuck,” I point out.
“I’m glad you think so because I’m having some not so nice thoughts right now. Maybe I can be a little mean to you for old times sake?”
My back stiffens. I turn my body to look at him, hoping he is joking, but when I see the sinister glint in his eyes, I know he isn’t.
“I should have known your nice front was too good to be true.”
“I can be nice… but that doesn’t mean my dick won’t get hard when I see fear in your eyes,” he admits shamelessly.
“So, you like it when I’m scared of you?”
“Yes. Very much. I crave your fear, your hatred, and your anger. It’s a huge turn on.”
“You promised me that I’d be safe here.”
“You are… from everyone else.”
“What if I’m not scared of you anymore?” I’m not frightened of him like I used to be, but I still don’t trust him completely either.
“I guess you could at least pretend.” His lips curl up into a smirk. “Let’s play a game.”
Oh god, I don’t know if I’m going to like this. “What kind of game?”
“The kind where you fight me while I fuck you.” His voice is filled with excitement now, and I can tell he has thought about this.
“You want me to fight you?” I need to clarify. “Like pretend you are going to rape me?”
He nods, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I swallow past the lump in my throat. Apprehension swirls in my chest, but my core fills with warmth, remembering Briggs’s touch and how good he can make me feel.
He doesn’t give me time to think this over. His large hand reaches for me, his fingers circling my wrist.
“Come here,” he orders, tugging on my arm. Before I know what is happening, he pulls me down to lie on the bed while he climbs on top of me.
The length of his heavy body presses into me, his already hardened cock pushing against my pussy. The fabric between us is not enough to shield me from his body heat radiating off him. I suddenly feel hot. My breath comes quicker, and my heart starts to race as I remember what he asked me to do… fight him.
Lifting my arms, I shove my hands between us and against his chest. “Stop,” I say sternly, while shoving at his chest.