Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
By the smirk dancing across his lips, he’s reveling in my confusion.
Asshole.
How am I supposed to focus on reading when I’m this aroused?
“You know what?” he says, interrupting the chaotic whirl of my thoughts. “Let’s make things a little more interesting. Take off the panties.”
DELILAH
By the time the alarm buzzes on my phone, I’m a scattered mess of hormones barely able to concentrate. It’s disheartening. If I’d thought I was turned on earlier, it’s nothing compared to the sensations currently rushing through my body.
I just want to come.
Scratch that.
I want Austin to make me come.
I never imagined a time when I’d beg for sex, but that’s the point I’ve reached. While reading The Kite Runner, Austin’s hand was shoved up my skirt, playing with me. He’d stroke my lips, slipping his fingers inside my heat before falling into a steady rhythm, only to slide them out and caress my clit. Every time I moaned, my words fading away, he’d give the top of my pussy a little slap and tell me to keep reading.
It was torture.
Exquisite torture, but torture nonetheless.
Each time I felt like I was on the verge of tumbling over the edge into oblivion, he’d yank me back from the precipice. The orgasm would slowly melt away, leaving a profound ache in its place. And then he’d begin all over again, carefully stoking the flames of my desire until I wanted to scream.
Only now do I realize that I was wrong about Austin.
He’s just as savage as Jasper.
Instead of inflicting pain, his punishments leave me aching and desperate for more.
If his goal is to bring me to my knees, it’s only a matter of time before he accomplishes it.
He pops a brow when I set the book on the bed.
“Time’s up already?” he asks. “That went fast.”
Too fast.
Barely does it feel like we’ve begun. Although, I was more focused on what he was doing than the story I was telling.
“Can’t your mother find a different way home? Maybe Pembroke? They could probably sneak in a quickie if they really wanted to.”
And here I didn’t think it was possible for anything to dampen my arousal.
Turns out I was wrong.
I shoot him a scowl before sliding off the side of the bed and rising to my feet. The sooner I get away from him, the easier it’ll be to clear my head.
And kick myself for allowing everything to spin so far out of control.
“What? It’s true,” he says with a chuckle.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I grumble.
Thankfully, Austin will be back in school tomorrow and there won’t be a need for afternoon tutoring sessions at his house. I wait for a wave of relief to crash over me.
It doesn’t happen. If I’m being honest, there’s a fair amount of disappointment lurking within.
It’s a troublesome realization. I need to get out of here before I totally lose my mind.
With my backpack in hand, I head for the door. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
“Actually, you’ll see me before then. I’m picking you up in the morning.”
My feet grind to a halt as I turn and stare, thrown off by the comment. “What?”
With his hands folded behind his head, he lays stretched out on the mattress as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“I’m pretty sure you heard me the first time.”
I shake my head. “No, I’ll grab a ride with—”
“It’s not up for discussion,” he says. “I want to see Jasper’s face when we arrive together.”
My heart sinks like a heavy stone. It’s not like I deluded myself into believing there was anything real between us, but…
I guess for a moment or two, I forgot that this is nothing more than a game of revenge. He wants to make Jasper pay.
And maybe he wants to make me pay, too.
I hate myself for the disappointment that wells inside me.
The words escape before I can stop them. “Is what happened really worth going to war over? Wouldn’t it be better to drop the entire thing and move on?”
One second, he’s lounging on the bed, the next he’s on his feet and stalking toward me with anger blazing from his eyes. Gone is all the softness that had been filling them when I’d been reading to him.
“No. That guy has fucked with me for the last time. I don’t give a shit if I get kicked out of Hawthorne Prep. As long as I take him down with me, that’s all that matters.”
My tongue darts out to dampen my lips. “Don’t you see that it’s not worth it? Jasper Morgan isn’t worth it. You’re giving him way too much power.”
When he prowls closer, I retreat, wanting to keep as much distance between us as possible. It’s almost a surprise when my spine hits the far wall. He eats up the space until he can cage me in with his muscular body, looming so close that it becomes impossible to see anything but him. It’s as if my world shrinks down until it can only encompass Austin. Even when he steps away, I’m afraid that won’t change.