Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I watch her intently as she swallows hard. My hand would fit perfectly wrapped around her throat. Like a glove. Yes, I can see it now. My cock grows hard.
Some of the bite she gave a moment ago is gone. "Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Who says you have a choice?” I hiss.
CHAPTER 2
BEL
The moment I meet his eyes, I know I've made a mistake. Something dark lurks there, something deep, demanding to come out and play in my presence.
What the hell do I do now that I've caught his attention? His question hangs in the air...what will I give him?
I swallow hard and pull on my sleeves to give myself a moment to consider and think. "Just let him go."
The jock smirks and smooths his hand down his former captive’s shirt. "Well, the lady says release you, so I guess I'll let you go. I want my paper, nerd, or next time, I won't allow anyone to get in my way. Blood will be spilled. You have twenty-four hours."
The other man hesitates for a moment, his gaze ping-ponging between me and the belligerent bully. I shake my head gently, telling him to leave while he can. This guy won't hurt me, not here in the library or in public...I think?
As if the guy can read my mind, he scurries away like a terrified mouse. Unease coats my insides. Without the other guy here, all this jock’s attention is left on me.
His gaze sharpens on me as he stalks toward me through space I refused to cross. He’s tall, wide-shouldered, with tousled dark hair and full lips spread into a perpetual frown. Something about him is dark and dangerous, and everything in me says run.
I want to back away, but dammit, I don't want to show weakness, especially here, in my domain. This isn't the...sports field...or wherever he gains his admirers and followers. I saw the way he marched in here like he owned the place and how everyone turned to watch him, some even jumping out of the way as he passed by.
He’s popular, a jock, and no doubt rich. Two more seconds in my presence, he’ll notice my worn sweatshirt and the holes in my jeans from real use, not fashion. He’ll realize I’m a scholarship student and keep his distance. I don’t need to run when he’ll do it for me.
Like a bug beneath a microscope, he studies me, his eyes tracing down my body and back up to my face. Worse yet, he's not even bothering to hide the fact that he's checking me out. What a pig. I’m poor, so of course I’ll fuck him. That’s the look he’s giving me right now.
"Come here, my little wallflower. I want to get a better look at you."
I curl my lip in disgust. "I'm not your anything, and no, thank you. I need to get back to studying. Unlike you, I have to do my own homework."
He takes another step, leaving him only a couple of feet from me now, and damn, he is taller than I thought. He’s got to be close to six feet two or three. His frame towers over me, making me feel small and insignificant. My gaze trails over his body.
His hoodie strains against his broad shoulders. It's obvious he’s a jock because his body alone resembles that of a Greek statue. I'm afraid to look any lower or take my eyes off him for a second.
A lump forms in my throat, and his lip curls a little more as if he's a cat who’s found a mouse waiting to be pounced on.
How the hell do I get out of here? I won't turn my back on that look in his eyes. Like I’m the prey, and he’s the hunter.
I move to step back, and he narrows those dark, intense eyes of his. Shaking his head, he says, "Not so fast, little flower. I released your nerd. Now I want to talk to you for a second."
"Umm...I don't have anything to say to you. As I said, I have to get back to..."
What, exactly? The stack of textbooks I contemplated selling to pay for my sick mother to finally go to the doctor? To the chattering girls in the next cubicle talking about some silly little frat hunt thing where they plan to find a hot jock to fuck them in the woods. Yeah, super-a-lot to get back to.
"You're studying, I remember," he finishes for me.
I stand there, feeling awkward as fuck, my stomach in my throat, and I really don't know why. He's not going to hurt me. He can't, not here. I can't help but remind myself that he was perfectly fine hurting the other guy here, out in the open. What’s to stop him from doing the same to me? With his size, I imagine not very many people pit themselves against him.