Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
At least, that’s what I tell myself until he reaches the door, and I think of one more thing. “What about guys? What if I meet somebody? What happens then?”
He freezes, and his hand tightens around the doorknob until his knuckles stand out bone-white against his olive skin. If it wasn’t for that, I would think he didn’t hear me at all—he doesn’t say a word.
“I mean, let’s be real. We’re both legally adults, so I think we can talk that way.” Or so I want to tell myself. My mouth is awfully dry all of a sudden, and my heart reminds me of the hummingbirds that visit the feeder back home. It’s fluttering like crazy. “Realistically, there’s a chance I could meet somebody and want to date them. What happens then? Are you going to get in the way?”
His exhale sounds a lot like a growl, and it makes the hair on my arms stand straight up. “Maybe we’ll deal with that if the time ever comes, huh? I don’t think I can stand much more of this tonight.” With that, he leaves, closing the door harder than he needs to.
I should’ve known. At least he didn’t forbid me or something medieval like that.
I fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. At least I’ll be able to have a little bit of freedom from now on. I can live with that, and maybe, if I prove myself, I can earn a little more. I can get around him. I’ll have to be smarter about it than I was tonight, but I can do it. The more time I spend with him, one on one, the easier he is to read. And tonight, I learned two things.
Number one, he’s not going to apologize for anything, ever. I notice he didn’t apologize for spanking me. He technically didn’t even mention it.
Number two? The idea of me dating anybody makes him almost feral with anger.
What if he didn’t reject me because he didn’t want me, but because he knew he couldn’t have me?
And what if I make it clear that he can? At the very least, it’ll be fun to drive him nuts. Fair payback for the misery he’s put me through with his little comments and remarks. Not to mention for how terrible he made me feel about myself when he rejected me.
I smile slowly as a plan starts to form in my head.
He has no idea what’s coming.
13
ZEKE
“Zeke? Can you come help me with something?” Her bedroom door is partly open, but her voice sounds strange. Almost muffled. I hurry out of my own room, where I just finished getting dressed. Monday morning. I guess it could be worse. I could be putting on a suit and tie and wishing I could hang myself with it instead of wearing it to a soulless job working at a soulless company.
Instead, I have the pleasure of stepping into Mia’s bedroom and finding her ass in the air. She’s wearing a skirt that is short enough and loose enough that it rides up and gives me an almost perfect view of her ass.
And her pussy, covered by a strip of baby-pink lace.
Maintain. You can do this. I take a deep breath and think back on one of the last jobs I pulled before Mia came into the boss’s life. Blowing some guy’s brains out while he sat behind the wheel of his car. Blood and brains splattered the windshield.
That’s enough to make my burgeoning erection go back down real quick. Unlike some of the men I crossed paths with in that line of work, I never got off on killing. It was just another job to be done.
But even dozens of kills never quite hardened me against the aftermath.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a choked voice. She’s half under the bed, and her soft grunts only bring to mind the sound she’d make if I was giving it to her from behind. I could step up behind her right now, pull those panties aside, and sink in deep. She’d be so fucking tight. And by the time I finished, she would be begging me to never stop.
“One of my shoes slid under the bed, and I can’t reach it. My arm just isn’t long enough. I’m going to end up dislocating my shoulder. Can you help?”
“Maybe if you get out of the way, I could.” I don’t want her to. She could stay that way all day. I could stand here, stroking my cock while her ass sways from side to side, and her pussy plays peek-a-boo.
She backs up, bringing her ass closer, and it’s all I can do not to reach out and take her. “I accidentally kicked it under there when I was walking by.” She snickers, adjusting her tank top as she stands. “If there was a broom around here, I could use that, but we don’t have one.”