Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
He claims to know I have some shit going on in my head. He claims to know me…
But he doesn’t know me at all.
If he did then he’d realize his mistake.
He’d realize the only motherfucker that is hurting me is him and he should fucking shoot himself if he wants to protect me.
Mistaking the end of my struggle as acquiescence, his arms loosen around me until his hold becomes something that’s close to tenderness.
And pressed against him, my naked body against his naked body, it’s the tenderness I can’t stand. The tenderness killing me inside.
I’ll take his anger, I’ll take his violence.
But, god help me, anything else is pure fucking death.
I start to twist around in his hold and his arms immediately tense only to relax once he realizes I’m not trying to escape.
Needing to be face to face, needing to look him in the eyes on even ground, I grab onto his shoulder and position myself until I’m sitting on his lap.
Wet skin slides against wet skin and despite my current mental state, my flesh is thrumming from the sensation.
“Allie,” he exhales.
His lids lower as he looks down at me, and I feel his cock swelling against my thigh.
I take a moment, a moment I didn’t get last night, to get familiar with his body. I take in his broad shoulders, the hard muscles of his chest. All the different tattoos inked into his skin. I even glance down at his waist, taking in that big cock standing up at attention.
Then I lift my eyes, meet his, and tell him, “I still don’t remember you, Coy.”
Raw pain flashes in his eyes, pain that quickly transforms into anger.
“You will,” he growls, and his hands slide down my back.
Grabbing my ass, he pulls me into him until my pussy is pressed up hard against his cock.
Shaking my head, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I do a little bit of both. “You can’t bully me into it, Coy! I don’t remember you. I don’t know you. Do you get that? Do you understand that? You’re a complete fucking stranger to me!”
Coy’s fingers dig into my ass, squeezing and kneading me as he insists, “You will remember—”
“And what if I can’t?” I gasp at him. “I’ve tried, Lord knows I’ve tried. But that girl, that girl you want, that girl you think is sitting in the tub with you right now, she’s gone, Coy. She died in that accident and she might not come back.”
Coy freezes for a split second, like I just hit him.
Then he shakes his head in denial, and all it does is piss me off more. He’s still not getting it. He still wants to believe whatever stupid fantasy he has in his thick skull. The stupid fantasy of me being her and coming back after all these years.
This won’t end in a happily ever after…
Grabbing his face, I stare hard into his dark eyes and tell him, “The girl who loved you is dead. I’m not her! How many times do I have to say it? How many times? She’s fucking gone. Gone! And me? I don’t fucking love you! How could I? I don’t fucking know you. And after all the shit you’ve put me through, I don’t even like you!”
His jaw clenches, his teeth grinding together, and when he starts to open his mouth, I know, I just know he’s going to say something stupid, so I don’t give him the chance.
“I don’t like you, Coy. Not only do you scare the shit out me, I think I’m starting to hate you because you’ve trapped me here and won’t let me go.”
Panting, I continue to stare into his eyes, willing him to understand. Willing him to finally accept the truth.
But his eyes only darken and his fingers squeeze around me harder. I don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose, but I can feel his cock hot and pulsing against me, nearly driving me to distraction.
“You done?” he asks after a couple of heartbeats, and the little jerk of his hips that forces his shaft to slide against me is definitely on purpose. “Did you get everything out that you wanted to say to me?”
Little warning bells start to ring in my head from the way he’s looking at me and I try to push away from him.
He yanks me right back with the hands that are still squeezing my ass. “Good, because it’s my turn to talk now.”
“Coy—” I gasp and try to push away again.
“No, goddammit!” he curses, yanking me right back. “You said your piece, now it’s my turn, and you’re gonna fucking listen, Allie.”
I start to shake my head and he reaches up with one hand, stabbing his fingers through my hair. Tightening his grip, he stops me, and pulls my face close to his face. “I know you’re going through some shit. I fucking get it, Allie. I do. You suffered a head trauma a few years ago and now everything’s confusin’ you.”