Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“Don’t you have a life?”
“I’m looking at it,” he answers, eyes on mine.
I glance away, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach when he comes around. Instead, I get to my feet, brush off my jeans, and slap my hands together to dust off the dirt. “Go home, Kash. Quit following me.” I give him my back and start walking through the cemetery, deeper into the woods. I need to clear my head, and I don’t have my bag on me, so I don’t have any drugs to knock him out with.
“I’m bored.”
His choice of words stops me. A cold chill makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Adam said he’d be bored. That I needed to be careful. Is this a coincidence?
The sound of the branches breaking under his boots swirls around the abandoned cemetery with the wind, but I stay grounded where I’m at. It gets louder before it comes to a stop, and I can feel the heat from his body on my back.
“I want to play with you,” he declares, making me shiver. His hands tangle in my wind-blown hair as he gathers it from around my shoulders and holds it captive at the nape of my neck. “Will you play with me?”
I’ve never had any friends to play with.
Swallowing nervously, I keep my back to him and ask. My curiosity is getting the best of me. “What do you have in mind?”
“Hide-and-seek,” he suggests, and it makes me smile.
I turn around, my hair sliding through his fingers, to glance up at him. “Hide-and-seek?” I arch a brow.
“What?”
I reach out, resting my hands on his hard chest. I can feel his heart beating slow and steady under the thin material of his shirt. “That…sounds a little below you. Childish.”
The corner of his lips twitch. “I have an adult version in mind.”
The smile drops off my face, and I whisper, “Meaning?”
“You hide, but when I find you, you belong to me.”
My stomach twists, but wetness drips from my pussy. Belong to Kashton Landon Pierce? Never in my wildest dreams did I think that’d be an option. But as he stands here in the flesh, the thought doesn’t sound so bad. Dropping my hands, I take a step back from him. “What are you going to do, brand me or something?” I give a rough laugh to try and play off the fact that my pulse is racing.
He runs his tatted knuckles over my collarbone before wrapping his hand around my throat. I don’t fight him when he steps into me. “Once I find you, you’ll be mine to play with for the next forty-eight hours.”
Disappointment washes over me. I thought he wanted me forever, but I push it out of my mind. Maybe it’s the bottle of liquor I downed making me crazy.
He’s a man—the thing I hate most in the world. Since when do I want to let any man play with me? “I’m not interested in being your toy, Kashton,” I decide to say.
His hand tightens a little more, but still not to the point of cutting off my air. “You can lie to yourself, angel, but you can’t lie to me. I know what you want.”
Oh really? “What is that?” This will be good.
“Someone to control you.” He tilts his head to the side and my heart leaps in my chest. “You need a man to tell you what to do and how to do it.”
My eyes narrow up at him because his words have my body humming with need. I’ve done so good for years, and he wrecks it within a week. I let him fuck me twice, and all of a sudden, my body wants him. It’s like having a first hit and always chasing that same high.
He gives my throat a warning squeeze, as if to shut my mind up and place my attention back on him.
“I’ll control when you eat and when you sleep.” His hand pulls me closer to his body, and I have to arch to keep eye contact. I grip the soft material of his shirt as he continues. “How you’re fucked and when you can come.”
I swallow, and it grants me a devious smirk; he knows his words are getting to me.
“I bet you’re wet right now just thinking about it.”
I lick my lips.
“It’s okay to want to be my whore, Eve.” He frowns as if he can’t fathom why I wouldn’t want to be a toy for him. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be used.”
But there is. It’s not who I’ve worked so hard to be. “Go to hell,” I tell him.
His frown deepens at my rejection. “It’ll just be me and you, Eve.”
My knees threaten to buckle. Does he know about my past? That I’ve been used and passed around? I’ve never had someone who only wanted me to themselves. I’ve never been enough.