Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
The fear. The anger. The uncertainty.
Now, there was just the two of them.
“Come for us, baby. Come now!” Jared commanded.
She screamed as her body arched. As the orgasm washed through her, taking away Fergus, her worries, her fear and leaving her sated.
Satisfied.
Complete.
She slumped against Jared, aware of his words of praise, but not really taking them in. She could hear them talking, moving around her, settling her between them on the bed.
The tears came suddenly. But they were strange tears because she wasn’t sad.
She was relieved.
She was free.
Jared waited until her tears had passed to lean up on one elbow.
“How do you feel, baby?” he asked.
His balls were aching but there was no way he was going to push her if she needed more time.
“I feel amazing and like I need you inside me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m so sure.”
Leaning over her, he kissed her lightly. He slid his mouth down her neck. She glanced over to find North sitting up and watching them intently.
Then she turned her attention back to Jared who was kissing between her breasts.
“You are so smooth. So delicious.” He pressed her legs apart and kneeled between them.
That’s when it started to hit her. A roll of panic washed through her. The past mixed in with the present, making her breathing grow faster.
Suddenly, she wasn’t seeing Jared above her but his father.
No, no.
He’s dead.
It’s not his hands touching you. It’s not his lips on you.
You’re not bound or held down.
You’re free.
It’s Jared.
But her heart was racing too hard, the panic too all-consuming. She couldn’t do it.
“She’s panicking. Stop!” someone said sharply.
Who was that? It was someone she should know. But she couldn’t pinpoint whose voice it was.
However, the body above her moved. Hands drew her up so she was sitting. But she didn’t know what they were doing.
All she knew was that she had to fight!
Fight to free herself. Because she wasn’t going to be taken again. She wasn’t going to be held down and hurt.
No, no, no!
“Leave me alone!” she screamed. “Don’t hurt me!”
“No one is going to hurt you, Angie,” a voice told her calmly. “I will not allow it.”
“Fuck. Fuck.”
That was Jared. What was wrong? He sounded so . . . tortured.
She couldn’t work it out. She couldn’t figure anything out.
All she knew was that she needed to get out of here. Rolling, she fell off the bed and landed on her knees with a cry.
Ouch.
Shit, that hurt.
But she didn’t have time to stop. She had to get to somewhere safe. Somewhere small and dark. She started crawling until she found the doors to a closet. Pulling them open, she crawled inside and then dragged the doors shut. The closet was huge, though. And she still felt unsafe. So she headed into one corner, underneath some coats and pants that were hanging up. Reaching up, she tugged down a coat and placed it over her.
There.
She was all hidden.
Now, she could fall apart.
What the fuck was he thinking?
Why had he loomed over her like that?
Fuck. Fuck.
She’d had a panic attack while he was touching her! After he’d promised to keep her safe.
“That wasn’t your fault,” North told him.
Jared shook his head. “How can it not be my fault? Did you see the panic in her face? And she fell off the bed and didn’t even pause to check that she was okay. She just took off for the closet. Fuck. Fuck!” Jared got up and started pacing. “It was too soon.”
“She said that she was ready. She let us make her come.”
“Yes, well, clearly she was wrong. I shouldn’t have pushed her.”
“You didn’t push. You asked.”
Jared ran his hand over his face. “I should have made her wait.”
“And that might have just made her more nervous. You need to go speak to her.”
Jared knew that.
He just . . . the look on her face was going to haunt him. She’d looked so upset. So scared.
And he had caused that.
“It wasn’t you she was seeing,” North told him quietly.
“I know. But that doesn’t seem to make it any easier. What if I scare her again?”
North shrugged. “Don’t.”
“North,” he warned.
“Just don’t loom over her, don’t touch her without her permission. I need to go get something.” North disappeared.
Great. Some help he was. Jared guessed he was in this on his own.
After shaking off his anger at himself—it was still there he just managed to get it under control—he walked over to the closet and stepped in.
To find it empty.
What the hell? She’d definitely come in here. He took a deep breath and tried to think. Crouching, he glanced around and saw a couple of toes poking out from under a coat in the corner.
Then he looked down at himself. Fuck, he was still naked.
Grabbing some sweatpants from a drawer, he drew them on before sitting on the floor.