Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Wait a second. Wait.
My heart slams in my chest when it becomes clear. When I finally, for the love of God, put everything together because my mind has cleared from all the crazy orgasms he gives me. All the crazy things he does to me with his words, his body, his fucking… snake heart.
I spin around in his arms, and he lets me. Which is good, because I would’ve screamed his roof off and then Snow and everyone else would know what we were doing up here. What he, my stepbrother, is doing to me, his stepsister.
“Is that why…” I begin, my chest heaving, shuddering. “Is that why you’ve been coming inside of me? Is that why you… won’t come anywhere else? You’ve been shoving your… Because you thought we were having unprotected sex and you…”
I’m so mad I can’t even speak. I can’t even look at him right now. I can’t… So I shove at him and he lets me do that too as I practically scream in his impassive, expressionless face, “God, Shepard! Do you know how twisted that is? How toxic? This is worse than the phone thing. This is worse than anything you’ve ever done. It’s not even toxic. I don’t even know what to call it. I don’t… You’re… I can’t… So what did you think I was going to be? Your side-piece with your bastard child that—”
“Don’t call it that,” he snaps. “Don’t you dare call it that.”
“But that’s what—”
“I would’ve given it everything. I would’ve given you everything.”
“Except love, of course.”
“Love is fucking overrated, all right? I know.” I open my mouth to argue but he doesn’t let me. “You call me toxic, don’ you? Well, your precious love is even more toxic than me. So basically, I’m doing you a fucking favor.”
I shake my head at him. “I’m done with you. I’m really fucking done with you this time. I can’t do this. You’re too… You’re too insane. You’re sick. That’s what you are. That’s—”
This is when he charges at me with narrowed eyes and crowds me against the tiled wall. He cages me with his hands, splayed wide by my head, and I can feel his big, hard and throbbing dick brushing my ribcage. I want to reach down and twist it to teach him a lesson. I want to knee him in the fucking junk again. Punch him, scratch him, shake him.
And demand to know why he looks so fucking disappointed at the knowledge that we’ve been using protection all this time. Although I don’t think disappointment is the right word. Why the fuck does he look angry about it? No, it’s not even that. I think he looks… heartbroken. His eyes are flashing but have a tortured quality to them, pained. His mouth is tight, but again, somehow this tightness is different. It’s from the pain, the grit of his jaw. And his breaths, though wild like when he’s angry, have a slight rattle to them.
“Well now you know,” he growls, shoving his chest into mine. “You need to be more worried about yourself. You need to be more worried about the kind of man you’ve let into your bed, in between your thighs, in your fucking cunt. And what lengths he’ll go to, to keep fucking that cunt. To keep you. Because finally, fucking finally, I’ve got you. I’ve caught you in my arms, in my clutches, and you’re not going anywhere. I won’t let you. I won’t let anyone else have you. You ran from me last night too, remember? You fucking blocked me because you thought we were done and I never said a word because I knew you were upset. But last night’s the only time I’ll let it pass.
“Because if you try to run from me again, I’ll fucking tie you to my bed. I’ll tie you to myself. I’ll lock you inside my room where only I have access to you. I’ll blackmail the fuck out of you. I’ll make a hundred fucking naked videos of you, put them up online so you have nowhere to turn but me. I’ll fucking ruin you for every other man in this world, if you even think about being done with me. You thought I chased you before, I’ll fucking suffocate your world with my presence so you see nothing but me.
“So again, you need to be more worried about yourself than me and my game and what or who I don’t talk about. Because why the fuck would I talk about her when I am with you? Why the fuck does she exist when I’m breathing your air? When you’re letting me breathe your air, when you’re letting me inside your tight, sweet little body. When I know, when I’ve seen how sad you’d get, how miserable and fucking heartbroken every time I brought her around. When I’ve seen you leave the room to get air because you couldn’t see me put my ring on her finger.”