Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“You didn’t rape me. I’m over the age of legal consent. That would be wasting police time, so unless you want me arrested, no thanks.”
“Look, I don’t, I shouldn’t have done what I did last night.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Do you regret it?”
She was always doing that head tilt where her head would lean a little to the left as she looked at him. He found it so fucking cute, as if she was trying to figure him out, and he wondered, not for the first time, if she really was.
“Yes.” He saw the flash of hurt before she bowed her head.
“No, it’s not that it was with you. You’re young, Mavis. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Last night you gave me something that wasn’t mine to take.”
“What if I gave it to you though? I didn’t want it. I found it rather boring to be a virgin, and I wanted it.”
“No, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.
She smiled then. “You know what I’ve noticed is that a lot of older people, like yourself, seem to know exactly what we’re thinking. The younger generation. I imagine you don’t, otherwise we wouldn’t have all the problems we do.” She lifted her head back up and took a bite of her toast. “I wanted last night.”
“Mavis—”
“No! You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and cannot enjoy. That’s just not fair. I wanted last night. I was right there with you. Seeing you come from watching porn aroused me. I wanted that to be me with you. I wanted you to grab me and take me. I’ve never been with anyone. I’ve never wanted to be with anyone, but you’re different. You don’t look at me like I disgust you. You don’t look at me like anything. You see me. Do you know what it’s like to go through life not being seen? Being overlooked because you’re not this pristine, perfect copy of your mother? Or of a stupid model in a magazine? I thought you were different. I thought you cared, but all you’ve proven is you’re exactly like them.”
With that, she got to her feet, and was once again out of the house via the kitchen door.
He watched her walk away. She went in the same direction.
He’d only taken a few bites of cereal, but he’d lost his appetite.
Dumping the remnants in the trash, he started to follow her. He couldn’t let her go, not after last night.
****
Mavis stood at the edge of the pool, staring into the water. She hadn’t run this time even though she wanted to. She’d wanted to scare him or to do something that would annoy or irritate him. She wasn’t sure what the hell was going on in her head, just that she wanted to shock him.
He’d hurt her last night and then this morning.
How could he regret something so wonderful?
Yes, it had hurt, but she’d loved that pain.
It finally made her feel something, anything.
She walked around the steps, and gripping the handles, she climbed into the water, not even caring that she was in her dress. The water was cold, but then it was nearing winter. She liked this time of year, especially when the snow fell. Snow had a way of making everything look so pretty. She wondered if it even snowed here.
The ranch itself was a beautiful place. His home was amazing, and she’d found some of the before and after pictures of what he had to work with. The ranch wasn’t always perfect like this or even fully up-to-date with electricity and things like that.
Walls had been missing. There hadn’t even been a bathroom.
Luca had worked tirelessly to make this place a home.
She loved it.
The love and devotion he’d put into it had really shone through. It made her believe he wasn’t superficial. He didn’t just look for what was beautiful, but he saw hidden depths. Standing in the center of the pool, she stared down at her feet.
Her pussy was still sore from last night, and she had some bruises around her nipples and her wrists from his possession.
She loved it though.
Her body was like a blank canvas, and all he needed to do was paint her to find out just how much she could take. To show him that he wasn’t ugly. She’d seen the news articles that described him as hideous and ugly.
Luca was far from that. He wasn’t a monster or a demon. He was a man to the core.
The world that had tossed him aside didn’t deserve him, not even a little bit.
Holding her hands beneath the surface of the water, she began to move them backward and forward. Feeling the water run through her fingers, as she stared out across the yard. She saw the moment he started to advance toward her, and she watched him, unable to look away. Why would she want to look away?