Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Glenna looks up at me through watery, green eyes as tears stream down her cheeks. Her full lips are stretched to the point of pain as she is forced to take me deeper. I give her a second to catch her breath. Who knew I could be so giving? Glenna could be very dangerous for a mere human.
I grin as she goes back down, knowing I’m ready to paint the back of her mouth. I hold her head there until I feel myself come. She almost chokes as she tries to swallow jet after jet of my cum. It fills her so much that it begins seeping from the corners of her lips. The contractions of her throat make my orgasm stronger as I grin.
Damn! It's good to be king.
20
GRACE
Two Days Later
Being mostly alone for the last couple of days has given my mind too much time to wander. I got a reminder call that I had an upcoming appointment with Dr. Brashear. The minute I got the call dread hit me like a ton of bricks. I don’t know why I’m physically repulsed by the idea of going, but I am. I haven’t even told Seven about my mini-freakout at my last appointment. Truthfully, I don’t really want to tell him because I don’t want him to think I’m insane.
I think I’m going nuts and I don’t really want the guy I’m supposed to marry feel the same.
Besides, I don’t think Seven has said more than a few sentences to me lately. His sudden quietness makes me feel more than a little lost. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I know he’s preoccupied with something.
I mean, we’ve had dinner together in our room, but Seven’s not made any moves since our date. He hasn’t even tried to kiss me. I can admit that I’m disappointed about that. I like Seven—really like him. Every day that goes by, I find myself more and more drawn to him. I might even be tempted to tell him that if he wasn’t making it so apparent that he wants to put some distance between us. I would ask him, but it’s not an easy task when he’s barely talking. I want what we had under the stars and the quick behavior change has left me with whiplash.
I let out a sigh. Maybe he just doesn’t find me attractive.
I shake my head, dismissing the thought. The way that Seven looks at me tells me he wants me. Sometimes his penetrating gaze feels as if it might set me on fire. I thought about kissing him the last time we were together and forcing the issue, but the truth is, I’m awkward as hell.
I’m also confused and frustrated. All I really know is that if I don’t get out of here, I’m going to go stir crazy. Which explains why I’m forcing myself to venture out into the common area in this place. I’ve been there a few times. Everyone watches television and things there. The other night we all had pizza. It’s not something I do very often. Seven assumes it’s because I’m recovering, which, I am, but I mostly feel like an outsider. It’s clear that everyone here has been friends for a long time. They don’t know me, and I get the distinct impression they’re keeping secrets they don’t want to share with me. I was hoping against hope that Seven would be here, but the room is strangely empty. The only one present is Ettie and she’s cleaning.
“Hey,” I respond, with a small wave.
“Hi, Grace.” Ettie smiles.
Ettie is so pretty that I feel more than a little insecure. I know I’m a mess with my baggy sweatshirt, messy bun, and yoga pants. I love wearing them, but I probably should have put forth a little more effort. I should have at least worn my contacts and fixed my hair nicer. Ettie isn’t dressed up, either. Still, even in jeans and T-shirt, she looks like a runway model with her long, dark hair loose and flowing.
I’m always thinking I’m not good enough. The thought stops me. Where did that come from? How do I know that? Is it a sign I might be remembering?
“Do you know where Seven is?”
“Oracle sent him on some errands. He should be back shortly, though,” Ettie says, turning to me.
“Oh.” My tone betrays my feelings. I’m disappointed and again feel like I’m on the outside looking in. There’s a guy here actually named Oracle. Of course, he could have just changed his name to that on a whim. He’s more than a little strange. I’ve only met him twice and both of those were quick visits, so I might be a little unfair. Although, I doubt it.
“Is something wrong?” Ettie asks, grabbing my attention again. She tilts her head, slightly and it’s clear she’s studying me. I do my best to school my features. I know that I let my disappointment eek out in my response—even if I didn’t mean to.