Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I hear him toward the back of the room, listen for how far away he is, and whisper, “Boo.” Then close the door to the room he’s in and go into another.
My heart raps against my chest, my breathing picking up in that way it does when adrenaline is coursing through my body, making me feel jittery and excited.
A door opens. “You think you can hide from me, but you can’t. You might be toying with me, Rory, but I’m toying with you too. You want me to find you and fuck you, but I won’t do it until I’m ready.”
It takes everything inside me not to respond. Not to call him to me, not to bend over for him and make him show me how good he can fuck me.
I wonder if I should be nervous about taking dick for the first time. Is it normal for people to be and this is yet another instance where I’m on a different frequency than everyone else?
Shai’s dark figure walks past the room I’m in. Does he know where I am? Is he missing me on purpose? But then he stops, turns, and comes in.
I hold my breath when he moves past me, my back pressed against the wall. His senses need some work. He should be able to feel me here, know someone is watching him, but then, I’ve been doing it for days without him noticing.
“I can’t wait to ruin your hole for anyone else,” he says, moving away from me. “You can’t hide from me all night. I’ll find you and make you beg for it.”
I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood. God, I want to knock him down a peg, want to tell him he’ll never make me beg for anything. I want him to fucking crave me, to beg for my ass and to never want another hole after he’s had mine.
Shai walks out of the room, and I push off the wall and follow him as he eases down the hallway. He stops, listens, and I hold my breath. The prey stalking the predator. I could be down with that game too. Shai moves again and I follow, keep going until we reach the room at the end of the hallway.
And then I take a step back, then another. “If you want to fuck me, you’ll need to catch me,” I say and start running toward the stairs, Shai right behind me.
I nearly trip going down but stay on my feet. Once I hit the bottom, my socks slide on the hardwood floor, my arm colliding with a wall as I make a quick turn to the left and keep going.
“You’re mine. You can’t get away from me,” he calls, breathless, chasing me.
“Fucking prove it,” I call back. God, I can’t believe I can even fucking move with the massive hard-on between my legs. I’m dying for it. Dying for him. I want him to catch me and take what we both want him to have.
As soon as my socked feet slide into the kitchen, he’s on me, arms around me from behind, pushing me against the island countertop.
“You’re dying for it, aren’t you, Cherry.” He slides his hand down the front of my body, not stopping until he’s cupping my throbbing dick.
“Because of the red hair? That’s unique,” I taunt, holding in my moan as he presses his thick erection against my ass.
“Yes. That was why at first, and now because I’m going to have your cherry, too.”
“Oh fuck.” My dick twitches in his hold. That was sexier than it should be.
The flashlight clicks on, Shai still rubbing his dick against my ass as he sets it on the counter.
“I’m not fucking you without seeing you. I captured you, and now you’re mine.” His fingers begin working my jeans open. “I could feel you when I was in the same room as you.” He pulls my jeans and underwear down my thighs.
“Liar. You only found me because I let you. Because I became the one stalking you, the one listening to you breathe, just like I do when I sneak in your trailer at night when you’re sleeping.”
His breath hitches.
It’s a lie. I haven’t, but I could, and I probably will.
“I caught you because you’re mine. Because you’re going to give me what I want just like the night I stole from you.”
“Then fucking do it before I get bored.”
The sound of his zipper pulling down greets me, then his jeans dropping to the floor. I look over my shoulder, both of us glowing from the flashlight while he clicks open the lube and slicks his fingers. I bend forward, offering him my ass, chasing the high Cillian gives Ollie when they’re together, that bliss of being full and fucked and taken that way.