Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
The roar of an engine cuts through the silence, and I yank my hand back, wiping it on my thigh as I grab my pants and pull them up just as someone hits the brakes outside. I don’t even get the time to think before a fist bangs against the door, then opens it with a key.
My breath hastens, because this must be Adam. I did not want to give him a copy of my house key, but he wouldn’t stop making demands, and I caved. So damn stupid of me. I should have known better. Like juggling three guys wasn’t hard enough, I had to give him access to my home?
“I’m coming!” I yell in my sweetest voice and frantically grab a clean T-shirt off my chairdrobe.
I shouldn’t have been so snarky with him on the phone, but I’m tired, and I wanted to spend time browsing through the new collection of crystal necklaces online. Is a peaceful evening really such an unreasonable request?
Adam bursts into the room as I’m putting on my T-shirt.
“I fucking told you Wednesday is the only day I can do!” he yells, his face already beet red. Even that vein he gets on his forehead when he comes is out in full force.
I try to steady my breathing, because he is massive, and I already know that my best bet is to not show him any vulnerabilities. “I’m sorry, but I told you—”
“You’re clearly not busy,” he snaps, gesturing at the bed with a wet stain in the middle. I can practically feel the temperature dropping when he notices its presence. “Did you have another guy over? Did he fuck you with that?” Adam shakes me by the arm and points to the dildo, once more reminding me of the mouth sucking on my fingers. I must have imagined it, right?
I hate how vulnerable I feel next to a man his size, it triggers my fight or flight response as if I’m being held at gunpoint. A man like Adam doesn’t need a bullet to split my skull.
“N-no, I… I had another thing in town, and I only just returned,” I tell him. It’s a lie, but Domino left very clear imprints of his hands on me. Again. And I couldn’t deal with Adam’s jealousy today. As if I ever promised him exclusivity.
“Wednesday is my day, though. That’s when I see you, so unless you need to be in the ER with broken bones, you should have time for me!”
His dark gaze drifts from the fallen dildo to me, and I take a step back. “But the night is still young.”
Where do I find these guys? In the darkest fucking recesses of the trashiest online dating pools, that’s where.
“Look, Adam, we could see each other the day after tomorrow. I’m really tired—” I try, but he steps forward and shoves me onto the bed. I’ve just come, but I might have gone with it to get him off my back. Problem is that last time he saw bruises on my hips, left there by someone else, he choked me so hard I fainted.
I need to break things off with him. Of course. But that’s not an option at this point either. Like I don’t have enough trouble with Domino. I was kinda hoping Adam would get the hint and move on, but it seems the bare bones experience I’ve been giving him lately wasn’t enough to make him look for someone else to hook up with.
“And I’m fucking horny, you boycunt, so the least you can do is suck my dick after I drove all the way here!”
Frost coils in my gut, but I guess I can do that and ponder my poor life choices later. At times like this I understand why my parents drank so much.
“Okay, just—”
Out of nowhere, a wire of some sort swings over Adam’s head, then tightens on his neck like a metal noose. He tries to grab it but the loop is already cutting into his flesh, and he can’t slip his fingers under it. Someone is behind him, but all I see is a pair of pale, veiny male hands tightening the wire.
Adam’s attention is instantly off me, because he’s fighting for his life when he grabs the other man’s wrists and pulls hard enough to get a breath in.
“Help,” he mumbles, bloodshot eyes on me as if he hasn’t just tried to force me into sex, but I’m one with the bed, my limbs heavy as lead as I watch his wide face redden even more.
For a moment, it appears Adam’s about to lose his balance and fall forward, but instead he launches himself back at the wall, and the dark silhouette hanging off his back collides with it, squashed between the wall and a man who’s taken so many doses of steroids I’m surprised he still gets hard-ons.