Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
My name is still fixed to the door in vinyl letters. Nothing in here has changed since I went away to university, but everything about me and my family has.
I step inside and flick on the light. I try to see it through Phillip’s eyes, but it’s impossible. Posters of my favorite dancers adorn the walls, along with a collage of Terror photos from my high school internship. This room belongs to a past version of me. One where my family was still intact, and I believed my parents’ love was forever.
“This is exactly what I would have expected from high school you.” Phillip’s gaze skips over the space and lands on my bed. It’s a twin, the comforter dance-themed, like the rest of my room.
“I’m that predictable, huh?”
“Not at all, but this matches the version of you I knew back then.” He pulls me toward the bed, gaze moving to the Terror collage, which is positioned so I had a perfect view of it while lying in bed.
“There’s a lot of me in those photos,” he observes, lips ghosting the edge of my jaw.
“I’ve always liked looking at you.” I tip my head and close my eyes, trying to focus on the feel of his hands, and not get lost in worries or memories. “Especially when I was alone at night.” Part of me wants to hold back the way he does, but the admission pours out of me, “You were responsible for my first orgasm.”
“I’ll be responsible for your last one, too.” He spins me around, my back to his chest, erection pressed against the small of my back. “If your dad catches me up here, he’ll end me.”
“He’ll never know.” Anxiety makes my voice tremble. I focus on sensation, on the quiet of the house, on the memory of wanting him exactly as we are now.
“He can’t. He’ll take you away from me if he does.” He eases a hand under my sweater, sliding up to cup my breast. The other trails down until he reaches the hem of my skirt. I shiver when his fingers graze bare skin, the fabric bunching as it rises.
I moan when his fingers skim my clit.
“Shh, shh.” He kisses my cheek. “I need you to stay nice and quiet.” He cups between my legs. “Can you do that? Can you be my good girl, Tally?”
“I’ll be quiet,” I promise.
“I’ll be so good to you,” he murmurs. “So good for you.”
Something feels…off. Like we’re wearing masks and not quite present in this moment. I push the fears aside. He’s doing this for me, giving me the fantasy I’ve always dreamed of.
He walks us forward until my knees hit the edge of the mattress. “On your stomach, kitten.”
I stretch out across my comforter, eyes on Phillip’s reflection in the mirror on my closet door. His belt buckle clinks as he unfastens it with one hand and flips my skirt up with the other. His nostrils flare, and he sucks in a breath. I’m wearing a thong. White with little pink hearts on it.
I bite my lip and watch his reflection as I press my hips up. His pupils dilate as he takes in my bare ass.
He tucks one finger under the thin string and drags it down the divide. “So fucking perfect, and you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
I nod, nipples tight, body humming with need.
“Say it, Tally.” He slips a finger between my thighs. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I moan as he pushes inside.
He withdraws immediately and slaps my ass cheek. Not hard, but it startles me.
I shriek, and suddenly he’s blanketing my body with his, lips at my ear, voice shaking as he growls, “I can’t fuck you if you can’t stay quiet, Tally.”
“I’ll be good.”
He kisses my cheek. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl. You’re so fucking sweet.” He lifts his head, eyes meeting mine in the mirror across the room. “Promise you’ll always be mine.” The same desperation I feel is echoed in his voice and his gaze.
“I’ll always be yours,” I whisper.
I turn my head, trying to reach his lips, but like everything else, he’s just out of reach.
“I want to feel you.” He bites the shell of my ear, cock rubbing against me. “I need you.”
“I need you, too,” I whimper and press my ass against him.
He slips a hand under my cheek and turns until his lips touch the corner of my mouth as the head nudges my entrance. “Tell me if this isn’t okay. Tell me if you’re not okay with this.”
It takes me a moment to catch up. He wants to go bare. And I’m so frantic for any piece of him, that I’ll take whatever he’s willing to give. “It’s okay. I just need you in me.”
He groans with relief as he pushes inside. Filling me. Pressing me into the mattress as he bottoms out. “You feel so fucking good, kitten. You always feel so fucking good.” He nuzzles my neck. “I can’t get enough. I’ll never have enough.”