Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
She was lying. She was upset. I grabbed her and shook her. “That’s fucked up, Chere. He’s your teacher.”
“Not anymore. And how do you know he was my teacher?”
I swept away her stupid question with a wave of my arm. “Are you involved with Martin Cantor? Give me a fucking answer.”
She pushed at me. “No! Is that why you’ve come back after all this time? Because you think I might start fucking someone else? I’ve fucked a thousand guys since you left me,” she said, sticking out her chin.
“You haven’t.” Even knowing it was a lie, I couldn’t bear to hear her say it. “You haven’t been with anyone. I would have let you— If you’d found a good man—” I broke off, aware of everything I was revealing. “I would have left you alone,” I shouted. “But Martin Cantor is a fucking piece of shit.”
“What do you… How do you…?” Her voice wavered. “You’ve been watching me?”
She stared and tried to back away, but I wouldn’t let her go. Her eyes. I’d forgotten the depth of her copper-brown eyes, and how easily she could use them to slay me.
“All this time, you’ve been watching me,” she said. It wasn’t a question anymore. “You’ve been watching me, you motherfucker. You’ve been keeping tabs on me?”
“I had to watch you to protect you,” I said, the first thing I hadn’t shouted at her. “I watched you to be sure you were safe.”
I shouldn’t have come here. I realized that now. I’d made a horrible, impulsive mistake. She wasn’t for me, she could never be for me. I couldn’t take her over and enslave her the way I’d fantasized. But now that I’d touched her again... Fuck. Fuckity fuck.
“I don’t understand what the hell is going on here,” she said, shaking off my tightening grip. “Let go of me. I hate you. I fucking despise you. Why are you here? Why are you back? How dare you put your fucking hands on me?”
“Chere.”
“I hate you! Do you understand that? I’ll never forgive you for what you did to me, for the shitty way you abandoned me.”
“Abandoned you?”
“Yes, abandoned me! You abandoned me when I needed you most. You left me, and now you’re standing here confronting me like you have any fucking right to do it.” She pushed me back again, tears spilling from her eyes. “Fuck you. No. I hate you.”
“Chere—”
“You left me!”
She lunged at me again but I was ready this time. I caught her in my arms and put my hand over her screaming mouth, not too hard, just hard enough to silence her. I pulled her closer with my other arm, squeezing her waist. Oh God, the solid feel of her against my body.
The more she struggled, the harder I held her. Just like old times. I dodged her kicks as I tugged up her skirt to get at her panties and rip them off.
“No,” she groaned against my hand. “No.”
“Yes.” Now that we were this close, I couldn’t resist. Her body went taut as I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She was hot. Wet. Aroused. I felt her teeth against my palm and repositioned my hand before she could bite me.
“No teeth,” I hissed, and gave her a hard smack on the ass. This wasn’t playtime. I was here, and she was in my arms. Never mind that she’d just finished screaming at me through tears. I had to have her, all of her. Now.
“I’ll use a condom,” I said. “I have condoms in my wallet.”
“No,” she cried against my palm, but her body was melting into mine. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second, and her hips arched toward me, trapped beneath my hand. She was my beautiful, lost, angry Chere, and I had to be inside her. I smacked her ass again, felt her gasp and press closer.
My cock was so hard, too hard. I might kill her if I took her now, but that wasn’t going to stop me. She made a pleading sound in her throat and ran her hand over my fly, pulling at the button and pushing down the zipper. She should have been tied up, bound and hurt before I fucked her, but God, yes, take me out, that’s right, touch me...
I let go of her mouth and grabbed her face. I kissed her hard, molding my lips to hers and then biting her until she whimpered. I walked her from the middle of her living room over to the wall. I could see this wall from my apartment. Now I was going to fuck her against it.
“You want it?” I growled. “You fucking want this?”
She grasped my cock, hungry, needy, unashamed. I pushed her hands away, fuck, fuck, fuck... I groped in my wallet for a rubber, ripped the package open. I need to be inside you...