Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
She is innocence personified.
What if I just carried her inside and made love to her? Made promises in her ear?
What if she believed them and I…lived up to whatever ridiculous expectation she has of me? What if?
You can’t think like that.
You were born to be alone.
You’re safe from pain and betrayal alone.
Don’t buy into the fantasy.
“I’m not coming to your little birthday party, Billie, just so we’re clear,” I say.
Her chest dips low and lifts just as quickly. “Yes, you will.”
Goddamn the nerve of this girl. I admire it, I’m drawn to it, but it’s the opposite of what I need right now to stay resolved. “No, I’m not.”
She blinks. “You can decide closer to the date.”
“I’m deciding now.” I snag her wrist and draw her into the house, slamming the door shut behind her, loathing myself for making her flinch. “And I don’t give a rat’s ass about being neighborly to your parents. What exactly is it about me that made you think otherwise?”
She looks up at me, searching my expression. “What m-made me think otherwise?”
I give her an impatient look. “That’s what I asked you.”
“But I don’t want to answer.”
“Too bad.”
A flicker of temper goes off in her blue eyes, but she douses it. Now, she just looks vulnerable. Nervous. Why? “Well…” She rolls her lips inward to wet them. “I thought maybe…you’d come meet my parents because you…”
“Because I what?”
“…because you like me,” she whispers, looking me in the eye. Bravely.
A fine time for my heart to pound of out of my fucking chest. Am I having some kind of panic attack? The room is spinning and the only thing keeping me grounded is denial. No. No, no, no. I can’t let this happen. I am not falling for this girl. Everyone I’ve ever loved has taken a pound of my flesh and I won’t let her do it, too.
“Because I like you?” I snarl.
“Uh-huh.” She ducks her head, briefly. “I like you.”
I’m dizzy. There’s a wedge in my throat with the sharpest of edges.
There’s a side of me that longs to kneel in front of Billie, wrap my arms around her and never let go, but that would be it. I’d spend my life waiting for the other shoe to drop. Can’t do it. I swore to myself that I would never trust another soul as long as I lived. Letting myself be with this girl would take all my trust.
“You like me?” I scoff. “What is this, second grade?”
I hate how that embarrasses her, those cheeks smarting with pink. On account of my biting words. I am a snake. “Don’t be mean to me because you’re scared.”
Bullseye. “You’re here to get on your back and let me fuck you. That’s it.”
“Well, I think you’re a liar. You put up with me when I yell and throw boots. You ate my pie. You kiss me with your eyes closed all tight. I think you’re lying to yourself and me if you think there’s nothing between us but a deal.”
“It doesn’t matter what you think,” I rasp, wrapping an arm around her waist, snatching her off the ground and carrying her across the room. “Get your panties off and go bend over my kitchen table.”
She struggles in my hold. “No.”
“Do it now or the deal’s off,” I push through clenched teeth.
“You don’t want to do this,” she says, continuing to fight in my arms. “You don’t want to treat me like this.”
“My stiff cock begs to differ.” I’ve only just settled Billie on her feet when I push her face down onto the table, flipping the hem of her skirt up to expose her tight ass. Goddamn. Son of a bitch, she’s sexy. She’s in a pair of white boy shorts that are so snug, they cut into her juicy ass cheeks and it’s everything I can do not to erupt, then and there. Not only because the dress and panties are a turn-on, but because she isn’t fighting now. In fact, there’s moisture seeping onto that swathe of material shielding her cunt. Her ribcage heaves in and out, her panting lips parted against the surface of the table.
She’s horny for it.
And thank God.
Thank God, because if she’d fought me any more, I wouldn’t have been able to keep up this punishment for…believing in me. That’s what I’m doing, isn’t it? Punishing her for thinking I’m anything but an irredeemable asshole? Yes.
I’m doing what needs to be done.
Pushing her away. But…keeping her connected to me, at the same time.
Like the snake that I am.
“How much to breed you?” I bark.
She stops breathing. “What?”
“You heard me. How many months of mortgage on the ranch will I need to forgive to breed you, little girl?” I pull her underpants down to mid-thigh, taking a handful of her right cheek and kneading it like she’s my property. “I don’t want to be your fucking boyfriend, but I’ll need a son to take over my land one day, won’t I?” I haul back and spank her, her resulting gasp echoing around the room. “I’ll ask again. How much to breed you?”