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)
I’ve never seen her like this, and it’s not the attitude alone that’s different. She’s only wearing a tight pair of shorts that could pass for underwear and a tank top that barely covers her navel. Her hair is still pulled up, though now more of it is hanging down around her flushed face.
“What the hell happened up here?” I ask once I catch sight of a pile of wet towels in one corner of the bathroom. Not just wet. Sodden.
“None of your fucking business! You are disgusting, and so are all of your so-called friends down there! A bunch of pigs!”
This is different. And I don’t know if it’s because I’m drunk or what, but for the first time since I set eyes on her, I like her a little bit. I like her better this way—with some fire in her voice and her eyes, instead of that constant look of fear she’s always wearing.
“Did somebody do this in here?” I’m probably taking my life in my hands by coming closer to the bathroom, and now I see a plunger sitting next to the toilet and a bunch of used paper towels sitting in a pile in the sink.
“Yeah, somebody did this! While I was downstairs. Pigs!” she barks again, gripping the counter with her head hanging low and her body heaving with every ragged breath. “What did I do to deserve this? Tell me! What did I ever do?”
The thing is, I don’t know. I know I have my reasons for hating this girl, but I doubt she has so much as looked at anybody in the eye at school so far. She’s too terrified to start shit with anyone.
“Who was it?”
“What do you care? For all I know, you put them up to it,” she mutters, lifting her head so her dark eyes meet mine in the mirror. Holy fuck, she’s burning with rage. “Tiana. She and her friends were walking downstairs when I was coming up.”
I should’ve known. That bitch never knows when to leave well enough alone. “I’ll deal with her.”
“Oh, please. Don’t do me any favors,” she fires back with a bitter laugh. “Why don’t you paint a target on my back while you’re at it, you selfish prick?”
Then she pushes her way past me to storm back into the bedroom.
Goddamnit. She should be like this all the time. It’s either the rage or whatever she was drinking, but she’s actually acting like a real person with emotions and thoughts.
I’ll be damned if it’s not making my dick stir in a way it hasn’t yet tonight.
“Get your ass out of here,” she concludes after grabbing the sponge she was using. “I have more cleaning to do, thanks to your nasty friends.”
But before she can sidestep me on her furious march, I grab her by the elbow and hold her in place. “Not so fast.”
“Get off me!” she snarls. “And the next time you come in my room, Carter, put some clothes on. Maybe you and your guests think it’s fine to walk around like that, but it’s not.”
I don’t even hear her anymore. Her lips are moving—full lips, ripe—but all I hear is blood rushing in my ears.
Self-control has never been my strong point, and she is testing it way beyond anything ever has. Nobody could blame me for not yet noticing her the way I am now. How could I when she’s always covered up in so many layers? Now I see the perky tits and the tiny waist that flares into a pair of hips I can imagine sinking my fingers into while I take her from behind.
How am I supposed to resist this?
“What are you doing?” she shrieks when I pull her over to the bed and shove her down. She can shriek all she wants. Nobody can hear her downstairs. And after everything she’s put me through, this is the least I deserve.
“Why don’t you relax and find out?” When I take hold of her ankles, she tries to kick, but she’s not strong enough to get rid of me. All she does is make me more determined to play with her. Has anyone ever touched this body the way I am now? Running my hands up her calves, over her lean, silky thighs?
“Stop! You’ve made your point. Leave me alone,” she groans, slapping at my bare chest with both hands when I lean over her.
“I knew there was something you were hiding.” Her curves are lush, and every sweep of my fingers over her skin makes me want more. “Under all the clothes and the glasses, you’re an animal, aren’t you?”
“How about I claw your eyes out to show you?” she grits out, her teeth bared in a snarl.
“You could try. But aren’t there better things we could do?” When I cup one of her tits, there’s a second where the fury blazing in her eyes turns into something else. Something softer, but just as hot. Her nipple goes hard under my palm and makes my cock, which was already getting thicker, suddenly jump to attention.