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)
Finally, I take mercy, pulling my hips back, letting her breathe through her nose again. “I’m not finished,” I mutter when her body starts to relax. Is it saliva that’s dripping onto my balls or is it her tears? Both, I hope. Nobody rejects me when I’m trying to be nice. I won’t make that mistake again.
And then she does it. She looks up at me; her glasses crooked, her eyes swimming with tears, and the sight takes the tension that was already building and makes it explode all at once.
“Here it comes!” I manage to gasp before slamming deep again and filling her throat while she gags on me. “Swallow it. Swallow every fucking drop or you’ll lick it off the floor,” I warn, while waves of bliss roll through me. The satisfaction is unreal, so intense it makes my knees shake.
When I’m finished, balls drained, I pull out with a regretful sigh. “I’m sorry that’s over,” I tell her as I back away so I can gaze down at her tearful face, still red. Her chin is coated with spit, eyes watery.
She gets up right away and turns toward the sink, taking off her glasses to rinse her face and her mouth. “So is that it?” she asks after spitting out a mouthful of water.
“Is what it?” Still, there’s defiance in her voice. What do I have to do to break that defiance?
She turns her head, meeting my gaze, her reddened eyes narrowed. “Is that the price of living in this house while our parents are gone?”
“You know what? I like the sound of that.” I wait just long enough to watch her face fall when she realizes she gave me an idea, then leave the kitchen, whistling softly. I started this day in a shit mood, but suddenly, things have improved.
EIGHTEEN
Elliana
If anything, having to go to school means knowing I won’t have to risk running into Carter out of nowhere the way I could easily do at home. Like yesterday.
The memory is still brutally fresh and sitting at the front of my mind on the way to school this morning. Carter hasn’t said a word as he drives—if anything, I’m sort of surprised he’s driving me at all. I figured he would leave without me, knowing no one could stop him. He wouldn’t be getting any phone calls from Paul, and it’s not like I can ask him to come back from Thailand to drive me the way I did the first time.
All I can do is sit with my backpack on my lap, arms wrapped around it, like it could possibly protect me. Especially once Carter is determined to do something.
Like choking me with his dick. Like fucking my face. It didn’t matter that I was struggling and ready to black out because I couldn’t breathe. It didn’t matter that I was crying and gagging. It was almost like that only made things worse.
My gaze drifts to the world passing on the other side of the passenger window. I can’t help but wonder as we roll by so many people of all ages whether any of them carry around the same shameful secrets I do. How many of them are struggling, too?
He doesn’t even bother saying anything before he gets out of the truck and slams the door. It’s times like this I can’t help but worry he’s going to send those pictures around the way he’s been threatening. I don’t want to believe he would, but can I really afford to put it past him? I just don’t know, and that’s maybe the worst part of all—the not knowing. Always waiting for the worst.
We don’t have a class together on Tuesdays, thank god. It’s bad enough having to ignore the faint snickers and whispers I still hear as I walk across campus. It’s not as bad as it was before. Maybe they’re getting tired of me, ready to move on to someone else. But I still hear it.
Though sometimes, even though it makes me feel ungrateful, I would rather push through and ignore the bullying than face kindness. I’m used to bullying. Kindness? I’m still not sure how to act.
Which is why I feel myself closing off when a familiar duo catches sight of me as I pass the library. “Hey! Elliana!” Wren chirps like the bird she’s named after. “How was the wedding?”
“Meet us at the cafeteria after class!” Maya calls out. “We want to hear all about it!”
Well, at least this way I can prepare myself for the hangout. That’s easier than being bombarded and descended on all at once. I hate that I even think about it that way, but the girls are just as overwhelming sometimes as they are sweet and friendly.
I wave with a smile before continuing on my way, prepared to tell them all about how cringe the day was. It was embarrassing—especially once Mom set the champagne aside and started drinking the hard stuff—but I would rather think about that than the humiliation in the kitchen yesterday. I still don’t understand what set him off in the first place, which is kind of terrifying. How can I avoid situations like that when I don’t know what started it?