You Might Be Bad For Me Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
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“Now, getting back to your to-do list. You’re going to take my cock into your tight cunt that’s already wet for me. Then you’re going back inside and you’re going to sit down next to me while my cum leaks out of your cunt like the dirty girl you are.”

“Just because I liked it once, doesn’t mean I’ll like it again,” she tells me and shoves against my chest. The look on her face tells me everything I need to know.

She wants to hurt me. To push me away. I won’t let it happen. I can’t.

“I let a lot of people push me out of their lives. None of them wanted me. But you do. I know you do,” I tell her, and I’m shocked by the admission. The look on her face shows she’s surprised too.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask her although there’s no way in hell she could answer.

The air changes in an instant and I feel weak. Like I’ve lost her, all because I can’t control my mouth.

I pull my arm away, my palm stinging from being against the hard brick for so long. What the fuck is she doing to me?

“Can I tell you something, Dean?” she says and lowers her voice, her features softening. Half of me expects her to kiss me, the other half thinks she’s going to slam her head into my nose. I never know what to expect from her.

“Tell me whatever you want, Allie.”

“You scare me.”

“I don’t mean to,” I tell her apologetically. My face falls. “Fuck, that’s the last thing I want.”

“No, no, not like that,” she’s quick to respond and this time she actually comes to me.

“Like what, then? I can fix it.” Damn, I sound like a little bitch. Even hearing it in my own voice, I don’t care. Because she cups my jaw and leans in to say, “I feel like I’m safe when I’m with you, and that scares the fuck out of me.” Her whisper gently caresses my jaw and a chill runs down my neck.

“Let’s pretend that’s a good thing,” I tell her, and she gives me a sad smile.

“I don’t do well with pretending.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. I bet you have lots of fantasies.”

“That’s not the same.”

“Yeah it is,” I say and cup her cheek in my hand. I press a kiss to her forehead and whisper, “I bet you’d like to pretend with me.”

Her body shivers beneath me. A shiver that makes me feel like I’ve won.

“I like the idea of you …” she trails off, closes her eyes and whispers, “pushing me against the wall.” When she opens her eyes, it looks like she’s not breathing. Her green eyes stare back at me with an unspoken question. Asking if I understand what she’s saying.

“And then what?” I ask her as my mouth goes dry. The need to taste her, to shove her back and take from her is riding me hard. I have her right now, but I need to give her every reason to stay. My hands clench into fists at my side and my body goes rigid. One piece of my anatomy is noticeably harder than the rest.

“I’d like it,” she barely speaks the words before visibly swallowing. “I’d like it if you were rough. If you …” she trails off while her gaze falls away from mine and she takes an unsteady breath.

“You want me to fuck you like I own you. Like your cunt belongs to me and I’ll take what I want from you?” I ask her and finally trust myself enough to take her small hand in mine. My touch is gentle as I rub the rough pad of my thumb along her knuckles.

“Yes,” she answers me quickly and I take a half step back, so I can look her in the eyes, searching them and trying to decide if she knows what she’s asking for.

“If I did what I wanted to you,” I start to say and then want to take it back. I can already see this going the wrong way. Back to her leaving me.

“What?” she asks.

I look at the empty parking lot and then back at her. Give and take. I gave some; I can take it now.

“What if I punished you?” I suggest as I run the back of my pointer finger down the side of her face. “For flirting with another man.” I almost say one of my friends. Kevin. I almost single him out. But I have a feeling Allie likes to flirt a lot. And with whomever the fuck she wants.

I’d admire that if her ass wasn’t already claimed by me.

She glares at me.

It’s full of defiance and even a touch of hate. I can’t take her hate. That’s not what I want from her.


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