Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Where is she?” Lev demands savagely, ignoring Dad’s threat.
He doesn’t sound horny. He doesn’t sound happy, either. He sounds…murderous.
Yup. There’s definitely room for growth in the sexting department for me.
Quickly, I slip back into my bikini and hastily tie my bottoms over my hips.
“Practicing downstairs.” Mom’s voice is barely a whisper. “She had a day.”
“Yeah? Well, it’s nothing in comparison to the evening I have in store for her.”
I run to the mirror and pinch my cheeks to look half-alive, noticing my eyes are glassy, blank, un-mine.
Not only do I not look pretty, I don’t look like myself, period. I’d been hyperfocused on my body in the selfies, not my face.
Lev bursts inside still in his gear. His white football pants are muddy, his buzz cut dirtied, streaks of sweat and mud contouring his godlike face.
He is shredded to perfection, all bronzed, glistening skin and smells of freshly cut grass, warm summer nights, and sex.
“You are so fucking dead, Bailey Followhill,” he sneers, getting right in my face.
I take an involuntary step back, my ass hitting the ballet barre.
My shaky fingers curl around it. My unsteadiness is the result of adrenaline and desire, not fear. Lev would never hurt me. If he makes me scream, it’ll be from pure pleasure.
“Ignoring my ass for days and weeks, making me worry sick about you, then sending me nudes.” His roar bounces off the walls. “Where’re the drugs?”
His breath skates along the column of my neck, hot and citrusy. Chills nip at my flesh, and my breath becomes shallow and fast.
“What drugs?” I bat my lashes innocently. “I just want to have some fun.” I buck my hips forward, rolling them over his pelvis. A small moan escapes me.
“Searched your room again when you went to your support group yesterday, since you wouldn’t let me see you.” His jaw tics with fury.
I want to lick a path through the sharp slope of it. “Went through all the bathrooms and Daria’s old room too. Should’ve known you’d do a good job. You’re smart. Fucked-up, but still the smartest person I know.”
Holy hell. He went through my entire room and I didn’t even notice? How high was I?
For the first time I’m questioning my grip on reality.
Old Bailey would know if someone moved her markers an inch.
“Maybe I’m sober.” I trail a fingernail down his chest.
“Old Bailey would never send me nudes.”
“Old Bailey sounds like a bore.”
“Hey.” He coils his fingers around the front of my neck, angling his chin down. “Don’t you dare fucking badmouth the girl I love.”
“If you love me so much, fuck me!” I toss my hands up in the air.
Ho. Ly. Heck.
What did I just say? Weirdly, I can’t bring myself to take it back.
I need him to do this. To treat me like the subject of his darkest desires, not some holy nun.
Lev is no cheater. If he touches me inappropriately now, he’d break up with Thalia.
His conscience wouldn’t let him two-time us.
“Never said anything about loving you.” His eyes rake my body with noticeable boredom.
I rub myself shamelessly against his pelvis. The chafe of my bikini bottom’s fabric against his rock-hard bulge makes my clit swollen and sensitive. Heat swirls in my stomach.
Lev bares his teeth. “Feel free to stop humping my jockstrap whenever you’re ready. I can’t feel jack shit through it.”
His words are like freezing-cold water over my mood.
Then he adds, “Even if I were hard, I wouldn’t fuck you.”
I plaster on a smile and purr, “Too bad. I might actually cooperate if you get me off. Tell you where all those bad drugs are.”
A spark of something sinister ignites behind his pupils. There is a domineering element to Lev, and I don’t know how I haven’t noticed it before.
Maybe because I always considered myself his security blanket, his person, his home.
Now when I’m clearly not all those things to him, I’m hard-pressed to come up with a more alpha, controlling…man.
“So it’s like that?” His free hand grabs at my hip bone, and with an effortless tug, he pulls one of my legs to wrap over his waist.
The dove on his tattered bracelet brushes over my outer thigh and a strangled grunt rolls past my lips. His tongue swipes at his full bottom lip, and his eyes hood farther.
“That’s exactly what it’s like.” I pinch my shoulder blades together to display my chest. “What are we doing now, Lev?”
“Foreplay.” His hand hikes farther down my waist, drawing at the string keeping my bikini bottom together deliciously slowly.
I gasp with pleasure. “My parents could walk in any second.”
Or maybe not? It’s hard to tell because, lately, they’ve been trusting me with nothing.
But they do trust Lev. Trust that he would always make the right decision for both of us.
“Let them see,” he answers, his lips tracing my own, and it’s not exactly a kiss, but it’s not exactly not a kiss, either.