Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
There’s a nightstand on both sides of his bed. I open the one closest to me, and the only thing I find is a remote that goes to the TV that hangs on his wall.
“Little doll?”
I jump and spin around to see Law standing inside his room with the door closed behind him. He has one ankle crossed over the other with his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans and a smirk on his face, wearing a white Graveyard hoodie. “Well, well, well, I thought it would take a little longer than this for you to come visit me.”
I swallow. “I was just … uh …”
“Snooping.” He pushes off the door. “I like that you’re curious. Want me to show you what’s in the other nightstand?”
“I need to get ready for school.” I drop my head and all but run out of his door and across the hall into mine. I’m trying to catch my breath when my door opens.
I jump back, expecting it to be Law, but it’s my dad. I let out a long breath.
“Sorry, I should have knocked.” He enters in the middle of fixing his tie. “I need you to ride with Law to school this morning.”
“No, Dad, I don’t think …”
“Your car is at the house, and I can’t get it until later this afternoon,” he snaps.
I want to fucking scream my head off but refrain. I’ll do it into my pillow after he leaves. “Yes, Father,” I say, defeated.
He sighs. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. But we’ll get through it together, okay?” he asks. “Oh, and Henley, don’t tell your brother, please. We’re waiting until he comes home for Christmas.”
I hate to let him down, so I just nod. What’s another lie? Or I guess that’s more of a secret. I can do that too.
“Love you, have a great day.” He all but calls out as he storms out as quick as he entered.
Looking at my cell, I see school starts in less than twenty minutes, so Law will be leaving any second. I reach down and lift my shirt.
“I love your tits.”
I scream, slapping my hands over my chest.
Law snorts, entering my room. “Quit being a prude. I’ve seen you naked crawling on the floor.” He plops down on the end of my bed. “I’ve watched you suck dick and finger-fucked you—”
“What are you doing? Get out,” I interrupt him. I’m very aware of what all he’s seen and done to me.
He just sighs, picking up my cell from the bed.
“Hey …” I go to grab it, but he moves it out of my reach.
He stands up off the bed and holds it up, the camera facing me. I hear it snap a picture, then he sits back down.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” His fingers run across the keys. “By the way, I’m leaving in five minutes, and you’re leaving with me whether you’re dressed or naked …” He shrugs. “Either one doesn’t matter to me.”
I throw my head back, letting out the scream that I wanted to earlier, then stomp off to my closet. I didn’t allow Lisa’s staff to put my stuff away. I wanted to do it myself but have been slacking. So I grab what’s closest. A long-sleeve Westbrook High T-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans with Chucks. I jerk them all on and then run into his bathroom. I squirt some of his toothpaste onto his toothbrush and start brushing my teeth. Mine’s still packed in a bag somewhere.
I arch my brow when he walks into his bathroom with my phone still in his hand. I bare my teeth as I brush them as though they owe me money.
He smirks. “You think I give a fuck that you’re using my toothbrush?” My hand slows as he walks over to tower behind me. He watches me in the mirror, bringing his free hand up and slowly wrapping my tangled hair around his fist. I stop brushing and turn all my focus on him. He gently tilts my head to the side, lowering his lips to my ear. I watch him in the mirror as toothpaste and drool run down my bottom lip and splashes onto his countertop. His blue eyes drill into mine, and he whispers, “I would fuck you with my toothbrush and then brush my teeth with your cum, little doll.”
The visual he just described should not turn me on, but his hard cock presses into my ass, and my breathing picks up. Not sure how a toothbrush would get me off, but I don’t doubt his skills.
“So, whatever you think you’re proving, isn’t working.” With that, he lets go of me and walks out of his bathroom.
I look at myself in his mirror and realize living here will be harder than I thought, just for different reasons.