Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 175455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 877(@200wpm)___ 702(@250wpm)___ 585(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 175455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 877(@200wpm)___ 702(@250wpm)___ 585(@300wpm)
I don’t bother answering him. I don’t know what to do. I really don’t want to get him in trouble, my body is flying with the exhilaration of having him inside me again, but my mind balks at the mental image of him with Jenna, then the slightly older one of him with Erika. Not to mention, he isn’t wearing a condom again. I’m protected by birth control now, but the idea of him inside me after being with someone else makes my skin crawl.
“Get off me,” I tell him. “This is your last warning, Carter.”
He sounds amused. “My last warning?” he asks, pulling back then shoving forward so hard, the desk skids across the floor. “And you’ll do what, exactly, if I don’t listen?”
I can only shake my head at his stubborn arrogance. He’s already told me he won’t go all out on me, that he doesn’t want to turn the full brunt of his wickedness on me, that he doesn’t have the heart to destroy me because he likes me too much.
Carter doesn’t have the terrifying element of surprise in his hands this time, like he had the first time he locked me inside a classroom with him. Then, I was legitimately afraid he might be a monster, and I didn’t want him chasing me.
Now I know he’s a monster, but I’m not afraid of the chase.
I scream. At the top of my lungs, I scream for help.
Carter pulls right out of me, grabbing me off the desk and yanking me back against his chest. “What the fuck are you doing?” he demands.
Turning my head just enough to look back at him, I say calmly, “Stopping you.”
Fire leaps in his eyes, and the sight of his anger unleashes warring feelings inside me. On one hand, it’s terrifying. I don’t like to see Carter angry, even if I don’t believe he would actually hurt me anymore.
It also warms my blood, the silent promise of his violence. His lip curls up in a sneer and my heart leaps in response. He grabs the front of my shirt, balling it in his hand and shoves me back against the wall.
“You think that was fucking cute?” he demands.
“Nope,” I answer, holding his gaze. “I think I don’t want you inside me when you’ve been God knows where since last time we were together. I just got a full panel of STD tests done; I’d prefer not to have to go back so soon.”
He cocks an eyebrow in surprise, but he’s too annoyed to ask me about it. “I haven’t been with anyone else yet,” he tells me.
Yet. That word does more to bottom out my stomach than him bending me over the desk and making me take his cock. I hate that specific part of his statement, but I love the rest. Warmth washes over me at the knowledge that he hasn’t had sex with anyone else since me. I know it hasn’t been long, but in Carter time, it has been a while.
“But you said you had a new plaything,” I point out.
“I didn’t say I’ve already tested out the equipment,” he states, glancing at the door. Enough seconds have passed that there must not have been anyone in the immediate vicinity, but someone down the hall could still be walking this way to investigate the noise.
I shouldn’t give him the satisfaction, wouldn’t if I could control myself, but my shoulders sag with relief, my head drops back against the wall, and my eyes drift closed with a sort of nonverbal “Oh, thank God.”
I don’t want to get back together, but I don’t want him to sleep with that stupid girl in class, either. I don’t know what to do with that, but I don’t have time to figure it out and there are more pressing matters to attend to.
I’m about to pull away, walk back to the desk, and reposition myself the way he had me. I don’t think it’s a good idea to have sex with him, but he has already been inside me. I don’t think I’ll be in much hotter water just for letting him finish.
Before I can do that, Carter takes control again. Satisfied that no one is coming and now with even more motivation to punish me, Carter hikes up one of my legs, plants himself flush against me, and shoves his cock inside me more forcefully. This time, before I can so much as moan, he seals a hand over my mouth.
My eyes jump to his, a silent protest, but his eyes are hard now. I get the feeling I pissed him off more than I meant to, and the realization knocks some of the wind out of my sails. Instincts I don’t entirely understand prompt me to seek forgiveness, to repent and make up for my bad behavior. Mental images flash to mind of him lying on his bed, me kneeling naked beside him. Bending and kissing him, running my lips over every chiseled inch of his body, letting my tongue flit out to run along the underside of his dick. When he’s hard and wanting, he can take me any way he wants. He can hold me down or make love to me. He can wear a condom, or come inside me.