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)
So what if that’s a complete lie? Because as much as I hate him—and I do, so much, for so many reasons—the fact is I also like what he does to me with his hands and his mouth. I like it so much I consider touching myself, making my body feel good the way he did. That wouldn’t do me any good. I would only want him more, and he is the last thing I need. This is all too twisted to comprehend.
By the time I’m finished, the walls of the shower stall are coated in steam that makes them almost opaque. I was in here for that long. I quickly open the door, shivering when cool air hits my wet skin, and reach for the towel hanging from the hook.
Only it isn’t there.
“What the hell?” I whisper, opening the door wider, looking at the floor, thinking it fell.
Which is when the sound of a camera taking a picture startles me, making me jump.
“That’s right. Show me what you’ve got.” Carter chuckles from the doorway as he takes another photo, then another, before I realize what’s happening and pull the door shut with a sharp gasp. He snuck in here. He waited for me to finish showering and stole my towel so he could take my picture.
“You are disgusting!” I hiss while my skin burns with shame. “Get out of here! Before I scream for your dad.”
“I don’t think you’ll do that.” How does he sound so sure of himself? I can’t see him clearly through the fog-covered glass, but can make out his shape as he wanders into the room, coming to a stop opposite the stall door.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll have sent these pictures to everybody in school before he makes it down the hall. He’s busy taking care of your sick mom right now,” he explains, snickering.
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“Are you so sure? You really want to test that theory? Because I promise you’ll be disappointed.”
He can’t mean it.
Then again, why can’t he? He’s already proven how completely twisted he is. Crazy, because his dad seems like a normal person. Where did this walking, talking disease come from?
“How can you be this way?” I ask, now shivering in the stall while water runs down my skin and drips onto the tile.
“Don’t waste my time with stupid questions. Come out here and convince me not to show everybody in school what your tits look like. I bet they’d love to see that shaved pussy, too.”
The humiliation will never end, will it? It’s going to go on for as long as the two of us live under the same roof. There’s nothing I can do about it—that’s the worst part, knowing I’m powerless in all of this. I can’t do a thing to help myself.
“I want my towel first.” Am I seriously negotiating with this pervert? It sure seems that way. I don’t know what’s worse: feeling powerless against him or disappointed in myself for making it this easy for him to get what he wants.
He opens the stall door and thrusts the towel my way. I snatch it from his grasp before wrapping it tight around my chest. I wish I wasn’t shaking so hard, but I don’t know what he’s going to do. What am I supposed to expect?
He doesn’t keep me waiting long once I step out to face him. His eyes crawl over me and his nostrils flare before a long, shuddering breath eases its way from between his pursed lips. “If I had my way, this is how you would always be. All that wet hair begging to be wrapped around my fist.”
He has got serious problems. “What am I supposed to do?”
He snorts, then looks down at his crotch before looking back up at me. “I’ll give you three guesses.”
I don’t need three. “And if I say no?” I whisper, shaking no matter how hard I fight against it.
“Then my entire contact list gets a happy little surprise in their messages. It’s up to you, you know.”
I love how he makes it sound like I have a choice. We both know nothing could be further from the truth.
“On your knees,” he growls, sending a foreboding chill racing through me, even as I do as I’m told. I can’t believe this. Is this really happening?
Once my knees touch the cold tile, reality settles over me. Yes, this is happening, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
At least he doesn’t make me open his fly for him. At least he spares me that humiliation. It’s not like I haven’t seen his dick before—not that I wanted to, but at least there are no surprises when it comes to that. I know he’s big, and I know I’m going to have to put him in my mouth somehow.