Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
He drops his head in his hands and presses, his thick biceps flexing. They remind me of melon halves. I still can’t get over how big he is—the thick neck with pronounced Adam’s apple, the wide chest, and…well, the monster cock. Holy crap, it’s huge.
Still, he is and will always be my Huff—sweet, kind, and smart (most of the time). I don’t care if he looks like a menacing weapon.
He drops his hands. “You don’t understand how dangerous I can be. I take precautions to stay in control and not give in to the rage, but it’s there—always festering just beneath the surface.”
Excuses. Excuses. Excuses. “Ohhh, stop it! You’d never hurt me physically. You’re just using all this crap to make yourself feel like a hero—look at me, I’m Huff. I’m saving the girl I love,” I whine, mocking him. “The truth is that you’re a fucking coward, Huff! Because a truly brave guy would fight for us. He’d fight for me. He wouldn’t run or hide or let anyone get between us. But you? You’re not even willing to lift one finger, which is ironic because the last time I checked, if anyone could protect me, it would be you.” I shake my head in disgust. “You’re no hero, Huff. You’re just a big, fat pussy who doesn’t deserve me. I honestly don’t know why I loved you in the first place.”
Suddenly, his head whips up, and his bright blue eyes are turning dark. Something’s shifted. “Take that back,” he snarls.
I step away. He gets up off the couch and steps forward.
Maybe calling him a pussy wasn’t such a smart choice. “Huff? You okay?”
“No. You keep talking and pushing and fucking with my head, but who the hell are you? Some dumbass chick who’s had everything handed to her.”
Ah. I get it. This is like the time Huff tried to run me off after he thought he’d killed my attacker at school with a simple thought. The autopsy later determined it was Morris’s drug that caused the heart attack, but Huff believed he was killing people with his hate, so he pushed me away.
“The tough-guy act isn’t going to work this time, Huff. So cut the crap.”
His lips curl, and the veins in his neck bulge. “I’m not acting, River. You should go. Now.” He says now like it’s an “or else” situation.
I step forward and slap his face. “Don’t you fucking threaten me.”
He blinks, and his face turns from a bright red to a normal shade of golden brown—he’s got a great tan going. “I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what…” He turns and disappears into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
I gasp and cover my mouth. Holy shit. He wasn’t putting on an act right now?
A frosty dread spikes through my stomach. He really was about to hurt me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Huff
I can’t fucking believe it. I came this close to losing control with River.
I sit on the edge of my bed, hands shaking. That was seriously messed up. The sooner I’m dead, the better. Breathe. I am calm. Breathe. I am calm.
Ten minutes later, there’s a light knock on the door.
“Is it safe to come in?” River asks.
“No. You can’t be here.”
She opens the door anyway. “But my flight home isn’t until tomorrow.”
“There’s a motel in town. I’ll call you a cab.”
She’s quiet for a long moment. “Huff?” she says calmly. “I know you would never really hurt me.”
“How?”
“Because you’d stop yourself before anything bad happened.”
I let out a slow breath. “Well, I don’t know anything.” She had to slap me to snap me out of it.
River leans against the doorway. “I don’t blame you for what just happened, yanno.”
I nod but don’t look at her. I can’t. I’m ashamed. I’m supposed to protect her, but I’m her biggest threat. My mere existence is a danger to her life.
“And you shouldn’t blame yourself either,” she adds. “It’s that crap in your body. I read that it heightens adrenaline and testosterone production.”
She’s talking about the other drug—the one the students at our university were exposed to. I’m sure whatever was in that pool is even worse.
She walks over and sits next to me on the bed. “I’m sorry this happened to you, Huff. I feel like it’s all my fault.”
Ridiculous. “How can you say that?”
“I pushed you to come to my university. I made you go to that party.”
The party was where Blake attacked her. I stopped him, and later that night, he hunted us down and tried to drown me in that pool.
“If anyone’s to blame, it’s Morris and Keni. Not you,” I say. “They created monsters. Me included.”
“You’re not a monster. You’re my Huff.” She looks me in the eyes with tenderness I don’t deserve.
She has no idea how much I want to kiss her and test out my new dick. Yes, I’m thinking about sex right now. I’m a guy. Also, I’ve been practicing being gentle and not removing the paint from the ceiling. God, I hope she doesn’t look up.