Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
When I come, the force is enough to make my knees buckle and my head spin. One spurt after another runs over my knuckles and drips onto the floor while I hold her image in my head. It would’ve been so easy to do whatever I wanted. To claim her body.
And I will. I’m completely sure of it by the time my eyes open and the world comes back into focus. I will have her. Now that I’ve given her a taste, she’ll want more.
All I have to do is decide if I’ll make her beg for it.
TEN
Elliana
I should never have gone downstairs Friday night.
After all of the insanity swirling around in my head yesterday and today, that’s the one thing that keeps coming up. I should never have done it. What was I thinking? Is it so hard to say no to people when they want me to do something?
Then again, I said no to Carter, didn’t I? At least at first. I said no, but he didn’t listen, and he touched me until I came. I tried not to. I tried to fight him off. I did, but my body betrayed me. Like I had no choice at all.
Then again, what else is new? When was the last time I had a choice in anything?
This is ridiculous. I have basically lived like a ghost in my own house all weekend, only tiptoeing out of the room to grab food and bottled water from the kitchen when Carter went out at one point yesterday afternoon. Probably to return the keg, so there wouldn’t be any evidence lying around once the parents get home. I hurried through the kitchen like a thief, grabbing protein bars, fruit, and cookies for later after making a sandwich. By the time I ran everything back up to my room, he was pulling in again. I just missed him.
But now it’s Sunday night, and it’s starting to get dark, and I really need to eat something a little more substantial than a protein bar and an apple. Hunger twists my insides and nothing I do can distract me from it. He’s probably laughing at me now, probably knowing how afraid I am to face him. How humiliating. I’m sure he thinks he won some great battle by sticking his hand down my shorts and making me come.
For the hundredth time this weekend, my body betrays me by sending a shiver running down my spine. The sensation ends at my pussy, with a fresh memory of what it was like to be touched that way. It’s one thing to do that to myself, but for someone else to do it? It was electric, like flying.
Against my will. At least, at first. There was a point where I would’ve killed him if he stopped.
But then he left. He left like it was nothing. And that was right, that was good, even if it was crushing at the time. But once the rush passed, and I was actually thinking like a normal person again, I saw that he made the right move.
Not that I’m going to thank him or anything.
Finally, by the time it’s fully dark on the other side of my bedroom windows, I can’t wait any longer. It’s not like I’ll have a choice but to see him tomorrow, anyway, not if I want to get to school. I’ll still have to suffer through the humiliation of a car ride. Might as well rip the Band-Aid off now; get it over with.
His bedroom door is closed, but there’s no light coming from underneath it, so I don’t know whether he’s in there or not. Will there ever be a time when I don’t feel like I have to tiptoe around, holding my breath? I dash downstairs silently as possible, then go straight to the kitchen.
It’s kind of amazing how clean everything is. I guess he’s used to throwing parties like that and cleaning up the evidence so he doesn’t get caught. There’s not so much as a single drip of spilled alcohol on the floor, and everything out in the yard looks exactly the way it was before Friday night. It’s actually a little unsettling. If only it was always so easy to erase the evidence of something we don’t want other people to know about.
My attention lands on the pool. I force myself to turn away before the memories can cripple me. I need to get something to eat before he decides to come down and torture me for the fun of it.
But no sooner have I put a pot of water on the stove than I hear his footsteps on the stairs. Dammit. I should’ve known I couldn’t get away with something as simple as ramen.
My entire body tenses in anticipation as I stand at the stove, staring at the pot, willing the water to boil. “Oh, there you are.” He’s not even going to try to hide his smugness from me, not that I would expect him to. That would mean doing the decent thing, and he can’t be bothered.