Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
2
Knox
The first time I saw Violet, I think my balls dropped right along with my jaw. I’d never seen anything like her in my life. Sure, I’d seen pretty girls before, and good-looking women trying to get at me, but she was different.
She was short and trim with a nice little rack and a sweet round ass, but something behind those crystal-blue eyes was dark. She looked innocent and sweet standing alongside Casper the first time, but I could tell something flared under that facade. She looked a lot like her brother Vincent with his dark Italian complexion, but Violet’s got long auburn hair nearly to her waist. Those blue eyes of hers sparkled behind her bangs, and I ached to walk over and grip her chin, making her look into me. To let me see what she was hiding, because there was something there. I could feel it.
I’ve seen the side glances she gives me. I know what an interested woman looks like, and she is most definitely interested. I think it pisses her off. But I can’t get too close. There are a few things keeping me at a distance, and the first one is that she wants to be in the club. It’s not that she’s a woman, and it’s not that she’s Vincent’s sister. It’s the fact that she looks so goddamn sweet and innocent when she’s just standing there, that she’d be a liability to the club.
Anyone wanting to start any shit would just have to say the wrong word to her and I’d lose it. Maybe that’s the real liability. Me around her. Something inside of me makes me want to protect her, and I can’t have that kind of distraction. No matter how bad I want her. No matter that what Cas says is true, she can handle herself just fine.
The other reason is that she’s so young. She says she’s 21, but she looks like she’s fifteen. Far too young to be getting my dick hard. But here we are, with my cock straining down my thigh and aching to break free because I’m within ten feet of her sweet-smelling cunt, her little body that I know I could easily move around. Take her on any surface and not even strain a muscle. Well, except for my cock.
There’s something about her that’s familiar, and I’m drawn to her. I try to fight it every step of the way, but I’m always pulled back to her. I feel like there’s something about her that’s like me, almost like she can see through people’s bullshit like I can.
I grew up around rich snobs who flaunted their wealth, so it’s easy for me to spot someone being fake. My parents come from old money in Kansas City. They are from a long line of socialites and just assumed I would follow in their footsteps.
Most people don’t know it about me but I was a really fat kid. I was overweight and didn’t have a lot of friends, so I stayed in my room and played video games. Then after time, that developed into an interest in computers. And after getting really bored one night, I started to see what I could do just sitting in my room. What damage was I capable of? I started off small, hacking into the high school’s system and changing out a few things. Just kids’ stuff at first. After a few months of basic tinkering, I started to branch out. I made friends online, and with them I started doing things that were riskier. Right before my eighteenth birthday, I broke into one of the government’s highest security clearance sites and ordered all of them pink dildos and charged it to the taxpayers in Washington DC.
I thought I’d cleared my trail, but when a man in uniform showed up on my doorstep, we were both just as surprised to see the other. Thankfully my parents were in Paris on a trip and I was home alone. General Rogue and I came to an understanding that day. He promised not to take me to jail if I promised to show up at an address the following day and take a few tests. I agreed, figuring I was getting off easy and would do whatever they asked as long as it kept me out of prison. I was a punk kid, but I also knew enough to know I’d fucked up.
When I showed up to the address the next day, I was put in front of a computer and asked to perform some tasks. Some were child’s play and some were really challenging. To my amazement, I looked up six hours later, not realizing where the day had gone. General Rogue came over and talked to me, and for the first time in my life, someone asked me what I wanted to do with my life. He said I had potential, and he could get me in a program in the military if I could somehow pass the physical tests. I was embarrassed because I was so overweight and out of shape that I knew that wasn’t possible. But he said if I wanted it bad enough, he would make it happen.