All Chapters of Wrecked By My Bully: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Her lips twist and her cheeks blush, but she goes on. “My father says I need to be a good wife for Arthur. That’s what he’s been preparing me for. That’s why I’m taking tennis lessons. But no one ever tells me what that reallymeans.” She closes her eyes. “You’re a man. I thought…maybe you’d know.”Shit.My muscles tighten. My fists clench. This is precisely the situation I didn’t want to get dragged into. And I should just tell her no and force her to get back to returning my serves, but watching her stand there, eyes down, hands behind her back–I just can’t make myself do it.She’s too alluring. Too sensual. Every second that ticks by is me fighting a losing battle against my lust for her.Silence passes between us. Finally, she looks up at me, her eyes filled with nothing but trust. So open, so sweet, as if she knows I would never lie to her. Like she believes me to be a goodman. When really all I can think about is all the terrible things I want to do to her.“Well, I think,” I sta

Rhett growls something under his breath and tosses the towel aside. “Nothing. Never mind.”I take a step forward. My arms are tingling now and my mouth is dry–but my center is not. I feel like I feel sometimes when I read those books Clarisse brings me. Maybe it’s because I was reading one a moment ago–or maybe it’s some leftover anxiety from my visit with Arthur, but I’m feeling curious at the moment. And I say something I don’t think I normally would.“Do you always work out shirtless?” He doesn’t answer. My heart is racing. Am I overstepping? “You’re…in very good shape.”Still, he is silent.“You know I have these books that Clarisse gets me, and the men on the cover are always very muscular. You look like you could be one of them actually–”“Cassandra,” he snaps, as if warning me. But my body is on fire for him now, and I can’t stop myself. Behind me is prison–before me is freedom.I walk right up to him and look up, so far up. He’s so tall I have to crane my neck. My eyes fall on

But then I remember just how young and naïve Cassandra is. Like a beautiful bird that’s spent its entire life in a gilded cage, she has no experience with men. Least of all an unrefined man like me.“You’re not just gonna quit on me, are you?” she asks.“I…wouldn’t put it like that,” I admit. “But yes.”“Why?”My heart thuds heavy in my chest. “I have to.”I move to step past her, but she slides in front of me, eyes down on the ground, holding herself like a timid dove. “No.” Her voice is firmer now. “You can’t go.”“Cassandra–”“You’re the only man who has ever…touched me like you did. And now you’re leaving me to think about it for the rest of my life? Will you not let me get to the end of our romance story? Like the ones from my books?”Christ, she’s so goddamn innocent. She has so little experience she has to relate our interactions to something from one of her books. But her body has me drowning in the filthiest thoughts imaginable. It’s taking every bit of strength I have to not

The scene I reached last time was a spicy scene near the climax of the book, where the heroine, who is desperate for the hero’s touch, finally admits to him that she’s ready. That she’s desperate for him. I knew I had to stop here or I wouldn’t be ableto get to sleep, but as I delve in, suddenly the heroine is no longer who I am picturing in my mind.It’s me.And the hero is Rhett, looming over me, his jaw sharp, his cheekbones chiseled, his voice gravelly and strong.“If I teach you, it won’t be like my tennis lessons. I won’t be able to take things slow with you. There won’t be any beginner lessons. We’ll jump right into the advanced classes.”I close my eyes and let his words sink into me.“You’re mine,”he growled, slamming the door behind him as he walked toward her, his eyes flaming with desire. “Say it to me.”“I’m yours,” she whimpered, scared but also elated by the pure lust in his gaze.Slowly, my hand begins to drift beneath the covers, as if moving on its own. Without me eve

I nod, impressed. “That was very naughty of you, Cassandra.”Her hair is messy, like she walked through the wind to get here. Her cheeks are pink, and her lips are parted slightly–she’s breathing heavily already, causing her breasts to rise and fall, revealing the fact that she’s braless.My mouth begins to water.“I waited for you,” she says, her voice soft. “You didn’t show up.” It begins to tremble. Her eyes are on the floor but snap up to mine, filled with anger and pain. “Youpromised!”Her words are like a dagger to the chest. All I’ve done is push this gorgeous angel away, but no longer.“Cassandra, I–”“You know what I did, Rhett?” She steps forward, getting right up in my face. It’s out of character for her. Far more aggressive than I ever thought she could be. “Itouched myselfthinking about you.”That’s it. I lose all control. I grab her face and pull her lips to mine, kissing her like a desperate man whose life depends on her touch. I slide my hands beneath her, grabbing her