Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Reliably.” I nod.
“Wow, you really know what you’re doing.”
Is she…impressed with me? Flirting even?
No, that couldn’t be it. Not a girl like her. She’s patronizing me. Talking down to me. I’m just another guy she thinks she can use—buy with her parents’ cash.
I shrug back at her, trying not to glare. “You can test it now or take me at my word.”
Her eyes flick to mine, sending a shock through my chest. There’s a look there, like she can read my mind. Like she knows exactly what I’m thinking. God, what a fucking catastrophe that would be.
“No. I trust you.”
Blood rushes to my cock, causing it to twitch with desperate arousal. She trusts me?
Well, princess, you really shouldn’t.
I glance over my shoulder and see the rest of the boys eyeing her, ignoring their work. My jealousy flares, and without thinking, I take her by the arm and pull her around the corner into the closet room where we keep spare tools.
“What are you—?”
I slam the door shut behind us, causing her to jump.
“There is one little problem, princess,” I growl, my eyes tracing the outlines of her breasts, visible through the sheer white blouse she’s wearing. “This is a bike shop, which means there’s an extra fee for working on cars.”
Her beauty is hypnotic up close. Skin like ivory, youthful and unblemished, her nails perfectly painted with glossy red polish, and a delicate golden necklace hanging from her slim neck, accentuating just how delicate she is. And here I am, callused and covered in grease, wearing a worn-out T-shirt and jeans that are more oil than denim. If her dad even knew she was standing here with me, he’d have a heart attack.
“An extra fee?” Her eyes open wide. Is that fear or anticipation? She’s breathing heavily, causing her breasts to rise like she’s begging for me to breed her.
“That’s right.” I nod, moving in closer, our bodies almost touching. “It’s a fee reserved for gorgeous princesses who think they own the world.”
“Th—think…what?” she stammers, but I cut her off with a finger to her lips.
“Take your clothes off,” I tell her. “Show me that sexy body.”
Her jaw drops, but she does as she’s told and reaches for the top button of her blouse, her bottom lip quivering. She’s frowning like she doesn’t understand. Like she can’t believe I would want her. Like she has no idea the effect she has on men.
“Stop fucking around,” I growl, pressing her up against the wall and snatching the fly on her pants down. She gasps as I tug them past her knees, revealing the innocent skin of her thighs. “Don’t act like you’ve never done this before.”
Why am I so pissed off?
I know why.
It’s the thought of all those country club assholes who never gave a damn about her but fucked her anyway, just to add another number to their body count list.
Reaching down, I slide my greasy hand between her legs and press two fingers against the lace fabric of her panties.
She’s already wet. And not just a little.
She wants this.
Is that why you came here, princess? To rebel? To be fucked in a filthy garage by a man your dad would never approve of?
“A bit different than the frat boys,” I growl. “Isn’t that right, princess?”
“I wouldn’t know,” she mutters. “I haven’t been to college.”
I freeze. My whole body tenses up, and I lock eyes with her. “Don’t fuck with me. How old are you?”
“Eight…eighteen,” she stammers, her face cherry red. “My birthday was last month.”
Her words hit me like a truck. If she’s only eighteen, that means there’s a chance she’s innocent, pure. That she hasn’t been claimed yet, that no other man has had her. And if that’s true, then I’ll damn sure be the first.
“But Daddy’s gonna buy you into the best schools in the country, isn’t he?”
Her eyes narrow, and she glares at me like I’ve just struck a nerve. “Fuck off,” she says fiercely, turning away. But I don’t let her. I cup her chin and force her to look at me while pressing my two fingers against her soaked panties.
It’s an amazing sight when her eyes go wide as the pleasure hits her. I snatch her plump ass with a tight grip and pull her into me, feeling her breasts against my chest, her perky nipples hard with arousal. She can pretend all she likes, but she wants this.
Pre-cum wets my thigh as I pull her panties aside and slide my fingertips into the bare, wet folds of her teenage pussy. I look down at her tiny little slit and growl, every savage and primal impulse I have rising to the surface. Maybe no one else has seen it. But then why is she willingly allowing this? Why isn’t she resisting? Shouldn’t she be holding out for the captain of the Harvard crew team?