Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
The real issue is what is calling me to her. The moment I looked into her ice blue eyes, I was lost in an avalanche of desire, protectiveness and shame. Shame because I want to protect that innocence, but I also want to make her dirty and spoiled. I want her to be so horny and addicted to my touch that just a whisper from me will send her to her knees and her back, leaking what I know will be sweet honey from her pussy. I also want her spoiled. Dependent on me for everything from her happiness to her pleasure. I want her to know anything she wants is hers. I want her to look to me to protect her and guide her, no questions asked. Yeah. I am fucked.
When she walked into this gym room, I developed tunnel vision. I forgot what I was doing seconds before as my eyes tracked her movements. Some douche walked in front of my view, standing too close to my girl and it sent spikes of red bullseyes through my head. I saw her attempt to move around him and when he once again blocked her, my mind screamed to get him away from her however I had to do it.
The ball is leaving my hands and flying through the air before I have a chance to talk myself out of it. When his head turns and looks at me, the chains rattling in my chest from my vision of her being obscured, falls. She takes the moment to move around him and once again she is within my eyesight. Bitch boy looks like he wants to say something to me, but the teacher blows the whistle and everyone goes to where they are supposed to be. I am sure he and I will have more chances to become acquainted.
Looking for my girl, I see her by the volleyball net. “Don’t even think about her.” I hear to the left of my head. I turn and see another douche looking at me. A shudder is going off in my head, anger that there is someone else trying to block my path to her. My eyes must hint at the danger he is in. His hands come up, “Whoa, I am not blocking. Just warning you. Consider me a concerned citizen.” He offers his hand to me. “My name is Rory. Nice to meet you.” Reluctantly, I shake his hand. I am smart enough to recognize I am going to need an ally. I am new here and I know nothing about the families here.
“Hi. I’m Alejandro. So what do you know about her?” I am thirsty for as much information as I can get on her.
“Yeah her father is the pastor in the only church in this town. No one really knows anything about them. They are basically kept locked up unless it is with the parents or here in school.”
“They?”
“Yeah. Her twin sister who also goes here and then there are two older ones who live in the home.” Interesting. My girl has a twin. I wonder if they are identical, not that it would matter. I can’t imagine anyone being as beautiful as my girl.
“What else can you tell me?”
“Their father thinks everything is a part of Satan if it is not in the church. They are not allowed to date. Word is he is arranging all of them to men he chooses from the church. The guy you hit, Evan Ross, seems to be the pick for your girl.” Over my fucking dead body. The mere mention of another boy having a legitimate claim on her stirs the storm raging through my veins. My back, which was relaxed a minute ago, is now tight and stiff. Fuck. This must be how the Hulk felt during his transformation. I can feel the adrenaline flowing through my veins. The maniac she has turned me into is aiming to storm over to bitch boy and demand he repeat the words, ‘She will never belong to me,’ but, before I do that, the bell rings. I watch her hair disappear into the girls side of the gym.
Hurrying into the locker room, I start changing my clothes anxious to get done before her and out into the hallway. Shoes laced up, I walk toward the exit and stop when someone stands in front of me. Arms crossed, douchebag tries to appear tougher than he is surrounded by his version of what…bodyguards? “What is your issue man?” He asks, his whiny ass voice making me roll my eyes.
“Trust me amigo. There is nothing here for you but pain.” At least I am telling him upfront.
“What is that supposed to mean? I want to know why you threw a ball at my head?” He is pissing me off. Every second I stand here, is less time I have to make it to her. I don’t have time for this shit. I walk closer to him in his face and lean in so only he can hear me.