Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Tristan,” she whines.
I grit my teeth but don’t verbally respond to her. My tongue wants to lash out in anger, so I instead focus on the impending orgasm on the horizon. I reach around her and rub small circles around her clit, groaning when her walls squeeze around me.
“That’s it, Kitten,” I moan. “Be a good little slut for me.”
She moans and arches her back a little more, causing me to sink deeper. Tingling starts at the crown of my head until it slowly takes over my whole body. I tighten my grip on her hips as I thrust a little faster, my breaths coming in fast as I feel myself right on the edge. Cleo shrieks, and her entire body tightens, her walls squeezing and tugging on my cock until I explode inside of her.
The room falls silent aside from her soft pants. I slowly pull out of her, regret and dread quickly replacing the lust and euphoria that just came with my orgasm. I haven’t been in too many situations where I don’t have control, but Cleo is unpredictable.
I have to find a way to push her away before she completely consumes me. I won’t give her the chance to break me a second time.
CLEO
The air in the room is thick with tension and unspoken words as we both lie there. Tristan gets up and disappears into the bathroom, and I slowly sit up, pulling my knees to my chest. I hate that everything is so confusing and complicated. Every day that a new conflict arises between me and them makes me wish I never stepped foot in Purgatory. It’s been issue after issue ever since we crossed paths with each other, and I’m beyond exhausted from dealing with it all. I’ll admit that I was probably unnecessarily harsh with Talon, and I will agree that I owe him an apology. But it’s clear that Tristan doesn’t like me and clearly uses me for sex.
My heart drops a little when I remember the malice in his eyes when he called me a whore. As if I didn’t feel terrible enough when I realized they were the ones buying my virginity, he had to go and throw it in my face. I want to think that he was just saying things out of anger, but someone once told me that people are more likely to tell you how they really feel when they’re upset.
I rub my temples and release a deep sigh. Tristan is so hot and cold. He’s a grade A asshole, but we always connect when we have sex. Things always feel so different with him in those moments, even when he’s rough, but I know passion when I feel it. I want to believe he’s just acting this way to protect himself, but then he reverts back to the cold, unapproachable douchebag he was before. I just don’t get him.
When he comes out of the bathroom, his cold, hard eyes fall on me. Even after what we just did, he still looks at me with so much disgust and hate. It makes me feel dirty, worthless even.
“I guess since you got what you wanted, you can leave now,” I mutter.
“Trust me, I plan to.” He grabs his boxers from the floor. “How much do I owe you?”
I blink, confused at his question. “What are you talking about?”
“Exactly what I said. How much do I owe you for that roll in the sack? Or was that a freebie?” The smirk on his lips aggravates me. He steps out into the living room and, when he returns to the bedroom, he has his jeans on. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, throwing two hundred-dollar bills at me. “Thanks for your service.” He chuckles and leaves me in my bedroom alone.
I wait until I hear the front door close behind him before I dare let my tears fall. Now I see the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Tristan grew up to be just as disgusting as his father, which only solidifies the fact that I need to get far away from the both of them. For him to throw money at me and treat me as if I’m some common whore is definitely below the belt. I need to create a plan and just leave while I can. The longer I’m around them, the more likely I’m going to run into their father, and he’s the last person I want to see.
Just the thought of him makes me feel physically sick. The fact that Tristan managed to make me feel as low and worthless as his father did only makes it easier to make up my mind to leave them behind.
At first, I felt bad for leaving them even though it was for my own good, but now I don’t care how they feel anymore. I have my money, so I’ll find my own place that those idiots won’t have access to and disappear from their lives for good.