Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He pushes me down on the hood of the car and kicks my legs apart. I hear the cheap fabric of the prison uniform rip as he yanks at the pants, quite literally tearing a hole in the seam of the rear so they’re no longer an impediment to his lust.
He sinks his cock all the way into my soaking pussy in one thrust, making a sigh of satisfaction as he does.
“I needed this,” he growls, holding himself deep inside me. “I needed you.”
I don’t say anything. He doesn’t care. My feedback isn’t needed. This conquest is what he’s been dreaming of, taking me from the clutches of one authority system and imposing his own.
“You are starting to be trouble,” he says, thrusting deep inside me. The feeling of the warm hood against my clit is quite nice. I don’t know if he wants me to enjoy this, or if it is supposed to be a punishment, and to be honest, I don’t fucking care. The rougher and more demanding he is, the more he tries to make me something he owns, the more my mind and body rebel and focus on taking what I want and what I need.
I like sex. I like being fucked. I like having money to spend on spoiling my little brother and my other siblings. Tomorrow I’m going out to buy presents for the others. Hell, I might take my teenage sisters on a shopping spree, and the twins on another later on. If my life is going to take uncontrollable turns, then I’ll adapt, like I always have.
That’s why he’s wrong about me, I figure as he pins me down and ruts me like an animal. He thinks me being serious and responsible and taking care of everyone is some ingrained personality trait. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. I think all my seriousness and hard work has been an adaptation to an environment. I think I became what I needed to in order to survive. And now that my environment has changed, I think I’m going to change again.
Orgasm is building inside me, but it’s not something he’s forcing me to do. It’s my own personal fucking alchemy. I’m getting satisfaction, using him in some fucked-up way. He’s starting to get predictable. He wants sex. He’s good at it. So why wouldn’t I just let him do it?
The knowledge that I am going to get what I need here makes my lower belly clench almost as much as the fact that he’s smacking my ass and lecturing me.
“Naughty girl, hitting people,” he says, either unaware of the irony, or very much enjoying it. I’d put money on the latter because he’s a sick fuck.
He comes inside me and his semen drips out of me as I lie face down on a car in a driveway, wearing a prison uniform because I wasn’t checked out properly, and who even knows if it was legal.
“Get up,” he says, smacking my ass and fastening his pants. “You need a shower and to go to bed.”
CHAPTER 9
Laura
Breakfast is a silent affair the next morning, held across a table that could hold dozens of people. I bet he likes to entertain. He seems like a man who enjoys a soiree.
“What now?”
“Now you go to classes,” he says. “I don’t want you skipping any more of them. And you have a shift later today at the restaurant.”
“So you’re not going to hold me captive against my will?”
“No,” he says. “I have a series of lectures starting in Los Angeles later today. I don’t have time to hold you captive. You’re going to have to behave yourself.”
He finishes his coffee, gets up, drops a kiss on my head, and leaves the room, saying, “Dennis will drive you home when you’re ready. Just go out to the driveway.”
Once he’s gone, the first thing I do is call my mom.
“Jake started his new school today,” Mom says.
“Really? Where?”
“Military school,” she says. “He’s going to board there. They’ll keep him out of trouble.”
“How are you affording that?”
“He’s earned a scholarship.”
“How, Mom?”
“I don’t know,” she says, sounding harassed by my questions. “I got a call last night offering a place at the school and I was told all tuition was covered and I packed him up and put him on a bus this morning. It’s time he learned that his actions have consequences.”
“He’s twelve, Mom.”
“He is. And you’re twenty, and Serenity is eighteen, and Eva is sixteen, and Sasha is eight, and Brackie and Etie are five,” she says. “I have a lot of kids, Laura, and I can’t keep up with Jake. He needs someone who can look after him and keep him on track. We’re failing him. I’ve got to go to work.”
“Okay, bye, Mom.”
I know who is behind this. Fucking Samuel sent my brother to military school.