SHIVER BOOK ONE Page 4

  How could I be even considering allowing this to happen? How could my body be shaking in want and anticipation as an orgasm built heavier and heavier inside of me? “Pierce,” I begged, “please.”

  “Shh,” he whispered. “Be a good girl and count.”

  Oh, fuck, I was going to cum.

  “O-Okay,” I stammered.

  Pierce dug his hand into my butt, slipping his finger down into my center and running his touch up and down my wet line a few times, letting out a small growl, before pulling his hand back and delivering a hard smack down onto my bare ass.

  My whole body jolted back and forth and I gasped. I had never been spanked before! I had expected to find discomfort in it, thought I would feel dirty and wrong, but the only thing I felt was an extreme thrill. I was bent over Pierce Lucas’s knee and he was spanking me, punishing me for all the things I had done that he disapproved of. “Holy fuck, Pierce,” I exhaled deeply, still in shock about what was happening.

  I could feel his pulse racing through his body and feel his hardness sticking into the top of my thighs. God, he felt fucking huge. He was getting off on this just as much as I was. “I said count, Morgan,” he huffed, out of breath. “And call me sir.”

  “One, sir,” I groaned in agony.

  He delivered another hard smack. “You have such a sweet ass, Morgan.”

  “Two! Sir!” I gasped, pushing my ass further into the air.

  He pulled his hand back even further and delivered another blow.

  I started grinding my hips, too turned on to control myself. Oh, God, I was going to cum, I was going to cum all over Pierce’s lap and I didn’t even care. “Three! Three, sir,” I gasped out, barely able to speak.

  Another hard smack landed on my skin. “Do you know why you’re being punished, princess?” He smacked my ass again and again without waiting for me to count. “Do you know why you have to be taught a fucking lesson like the bad girl you’ve been?”

  My orgasm was building and my whole body started jolting as it came closer and closer to landing at my center. “Because I didn’t… I didn’t listen…” I stammered without thinking.

  “That’s right,” he snapped, spanking me again and again. “You’ve defied me over and over again and now you need to be put in your place.” He grabbed the back of my hair and groaned while he continued to spank me. “I’m in charge of you, Morgan, you’re mine.”

  “I-I’m yours,” I gasped, finally about to cum.

  Pierce pulled my body off his knee and tossed me down onto the bed as I was gasping for air. “W-What the hell?” I groaned loudly before spreading my legs. Was he going to taste me?

  “You don’t get to cum,” he snapped. “Only good girls get to cum.” He leaned down onto the bed and grabbed my chin, kissing me forcefully before releasing me. “So until you’re good you don’t get to cum. Maybe you should think about that.”

  My mouth hung open as he walked away from me toward the bathroom on the other side of the door. “Are you kidding me?” I stammered, stunned. After all that he was just going to walk away from me?

  “Actually I’m not,” he said darkly. “And the next time you tell me you hate me, princess, you better fucking mean it.” He shot me one last satisfied grin and then slammed the door in my face.

  “FUCK YOU!” I shouted. But it was no use; the shower had already started behind the door. Pierce Lucas had gotten me right where he wanted me. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

  ***

  I glanced at Pierce from my bed and let out an annoyed sigh for about the tenth time since he had emerged from the shower a few hours ago. Just like all the other times, he showed no reaction. I was so pissed off at him but I was even more pissed off at myself.

  How could I have let myself be so vulnerable with him?

  How had I let him… spank me?

  I sat up in my bed. “May I have your phone, please?”

  He barely glanced at me. “No, you may not.”

  “Then I’m leaving,” I declared, jumping up from the bed. “It was really nice seeing you and all but I’ve had enough fun for one day.” I headed toward the door. “Have a great life.”

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” Pierce informed me. “Unless you want to be dragged back.” He pushed his long legs off the bed and leaned forward, letting his eyes linger on my body.

  “What do you want from me?” I snapped. “I honestly can't stand you.”

  “Who do you have to call?” he asked, changing the subject.

  “My father,” the admission flew out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about it but I didn’t regret it too much, I was used to not filtering myself around Pierce. He knew nothing about the drama that was going on with my family at that moment. Had no idea how much trouble I was really in. It was worth it to see the look on Pierce’s face when I mentioned my father. He couldn’t stand him for reasons I would never understand. He always made fun of me for being such a daddy’s girl.

  To my shock, though, Pierce perked up and unlocked his phone, handing it right over. “Fine, but make it quick,” he said firmly. “And then you’ll stay put.”

  “Whatever,” I huffed, grabbing his phone from him. I had gotten rid of mine when I left school weeks ago, worried that it could be used to tack me down. I only used payphones and burners now to call my father but I hadn’t checked in all day and I knew he was probably worried sick by now. I glanced at Pierce and then started to punch in the numbers of the dad’s burner cell I had memorized weeks ago.

  An incoming text chimed at the top of Pierce’s screen from an unknown number. I almost ignored it, sure that it was some slut he had been hooking up with back home. I didn’t want to know what she had to say but at the last minute curiosity won out and I ended up glancing upward, only to have my whole life ripped apart.

  Did you find out where the girl’s father is yet?

  My heart stopped in my chest.

  Pierce’s phone landed on the ground with a hard thud.

  Morgan, run.

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  QUIVER

  A DARK ROMANCE

  BOOK ONE

  BY LAURA AVERY

  Copyright 2018 Laura Avery, all rights reserved.

  No part of this work may be reproduced without written consent of the author. This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Quiver is a dark romance and is intended for mature audiences only. It’s extremely possessive and crude. Please don’t read if strong sexual situations, language, violence, and bullying offends you. All individuals portrayed in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.

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  Quiver –

  Verb

  1. To tremble or shake with a slight rapid motion.

  Noun

  1. A slight trembling movement or sound, especially one caused by a sudden strong emotion.

  Chapter One

  “At least if he hated me, he felt something for me, anything for me.”

  EMERY

  I had no reason to be scared anymore.

  I had no reason to be constantly looking over my shoulder, constantly wondering if I was going to feel his dominating presence lingering in the air before I saw him. Any fear that consumed my skin was shed all those months ago when I moved away from him, any emotions buried deep in th
e scars I carried within what was left of my soul.

  But that was the issue.

  The issue was that no matter how much distance I put between myself and Jackson Lucas, or how long it had been since his dark gray eyes pierced into mine with the sharpness of a thousand knives, he was still lingering all over my body like a rash that I couldn’t get rid of. He was embedded in my veins like a virus that was spreading slowly, taking over every inch of my insides piece by piece, dragging out my misery before destroying me completely.

  I jumped at the hand that thrust itself into my lower back and swung around, bracing myself. Almost 24 months later and I still wasn’t comfortable in my own skin, still wasn’t positive that my past wasn’t lurking in the shadows, searching for the perfect chance to come back and haunt me.

  “Jesus, Emery,” my best friend, Morgan, shook her head and lowered her hand from me. “You need to at least try to relax.” She glanced at the huge house that stood in the back of us, the music blaring so loudly that the glass looked like it was about to shatter into a thousand pieces at any moment. “Nothing bad is going to happen, okay? It’s been two years for God sake.”

  “I know,” I nodded and bit down on my lip. “I know, it’s just…”

  “What?”

  “I feel him.”

  Morgan rolled her eyes and dragged me forward, closer to the college party that was taking place only feet from us. “You don’t feel him, you just think you feel him. Jackson is thousands of miles away from here, probably with some leggy blonde wrapped around his cock. I’m sure he only takes breaks from her when he’s intimidating whatever poor girl he found to replace you in his twisted game of torture.”

  My body stiffened at her statement. I didn’t say anything but she must have felt the change in the atmosphere because she sighed and stopped walking again, turning her attention back to me. “I don’t get you sometimes, Emery.”

  I closed my eyes and tried to reset myself but it was no use. I wasn’t the best at hiding my emotions. Although you would have thought by now I would have learned what people didn't know about you they couldn't use against you. Morgan’s words had stung because the truth was more twisted than I wanted to admit.

  The thought of Jackson finding someone else to torture sent a rage I didn’t understand shooting up and down my spine, even more than the thought of some perfect girl doing things to his body I would never be able to. The thought of him hating someone new should have been a relief to me but it wasn’t because if Jackson had found someone else to wrap up in his insane world wind of a personality than it meant that I wasn’t special.

  It meant that even our hate was nothing to him.

  And that killed my soul since for reasons I would never be able to comprehend I didn’t want Jackson to forget about me, I didn’t want to be nothing to him. At least if he hated me, he felt something for me, anything for me.

  I swallowed. “I don’t get myself sometimes.”

  Morgan lowered her head, tracing her sharp green eyes on me. “The guy pretty much made your life hell for as long as I can remember, humiliated you in front of the whole school multiple times, had you shaking in fear all the damn time until that night with his brother and…”

  She trailed off when she saw me wince at the mention of Jackson’s older brother and the night that had always been off limits between the two of us. Between me and anyone really, besides the police and my parents. She knew not to go there and that was why she found herself backtracking.

  “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just… you’ve put college off for two years, you know? You’ve stayed out of sight, you’ve gotten stronger, and now you’re finally here. You’re finally in college with me and as your best friend, I’m begging you to enjoy it. Don’t let that awful family take another second of your happiness, Emery, let them rot in hell like they deserve.” She squeezed my hand hard and didn’t let go for a few seconds. “Okay?”

  I moved my body closer to her and let my shoulders relax. “Okay.”

  “Good!” She threw her arm around my shoulders and started to shimmer against my skin as she dragged me along. “Now come on, it’s your first college party and you look fucking hot, let’s enjoy it.”

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