“Call it.”
I frowned, confused despite myself.
“Call the number, now,” he ordered, his voice rough enough to tear skin.
I grabbed the phone, clicked on the message, hit the call button.
It didn’t ring.
It beeped once. A monotone voice answered:
I’m sorry, the number you’ve reached is not a working number. Please hang up and try again.
I tried again. Same result. Tried texting. It failed, too.
“See, what’d I tell you.”
I looked away, swallowing the bitter lump in my throat, trying to cling to the anger because it was the only thing stronger than the humiliation trying to eat me alive.
“There are online sites you can text a fake number to. All you need is the person’s number to do it.”
I forced myself to look back up at him — at the way he towered over me, solid and real and fucking beautiful.
It felt like someone scraping a blade against my ribs from the inside out. “Who would do that, though?”
He shrugged, careless and exhausted. “My guess is on Alexa. She’s the only one I know who hates your guts.”
“Hey,” I scoffed, forcing a brittle, fake laugh. “Rude.”
He begins taking his shirt off, revealing his tattooed chest and arms. If I didn’t know him, I would think he was some druggie or sex predator. It’s funny my stepfather is clean cut and all preppy looking, but deep down, he’s the monster. Nick looks like he would be the deceiver on the outside since he’s hidden behind all those tattoos, but the real mask people wear is around their smiles. And Nick rarely smiles, and if he does, it’s so damn beautiful, I can’t take my eyes away from him. He’s only smiled a few times, and I etched each one into my memory so I would never forget it once we part.
“Take off your shirt.” He starts to slip his pants down along with his boxer, springing his erection free. And my mouth salivates at the sight.
“Why do I have to take my top off?”
“Because I want to see those perfect tits of your bounce as I fuck the shit out of you.”
Panic and desire spirals through me and I reach for one of the buttons and unbutton one.
“I can’t wait that damn long,” and before I know it, he's ripping my shirt open, exposing my bra. And his control and primal need for me ignites something inside me.
Do I like being taken like this? Is this what feeling desired by a man you want to have sex with feels like?
He pushes my skirt up to my waist and rips my thong open.
“I need to feel you.” When I reach for his hand, he pushes it away and grips my face, landing a kiss on my lips. His kiss is so intense, so feral my knees shake. Gripping my hips, he attacks my mouth, feeding me his tongue in a hot, vulgar rhythm that makes my blood heat and my head spin.
He kisses me like that so long my lips feel bruised, and that’s when I realize, he’s never kissed me during sex, or been on top of me like this. A tremor goes through me when his hand locks around my throat and his teeth nip at my bottom lip. He reaches down with his free hand and shoves two fingers inside me. The invasion robs me of air, and I clamp down, my need overriding any other emotions. My eyes roll back and I gasp for air as he finger fucks me into oblivion. The strings of my impending orgasm curl my toes, and I writhe against his palm, and then his fingers are gone.
“No, please.” I croak out.
His teeth graze my ear.
“You want to cum princess? You’re going to do it on my dick.” Need winds through me as I part my thighs as far as they’ll go, and then he’s buried inside of me. My mouth falls open, and I pant against his lips while he takes me rough and fast. A husky sound leaves him and he tightens his grip around my neck holding me steady on the bed, as he fucks me so hard, it’s equal pleasure plus pain. Gripping his ass and wrapping my legs around his waist, I try to push him deeper with every thrust. A throaty groan rips through his chest and he attacks my mouth again. This time his kisses are needy and messy and violent, as if he was trying to fuck his own demons out of him. War demons.
It’s too much every lick, touch, and thrust chips away at the barrier I keep built around my toxic heart. My body goes flat as he laps my tongue and pumps viciously. Siphoning everything he wants from me. He groans against my neck, and the fingers digging in my hips constrict so much I know I’ll have bruises. His features go taut as he withdraws and plunges back in, hitting a spot that feels so good it sets me off. A scorching wave of pleasure rides through me and I desperately rock my pelvis, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it, princess,
