Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

what I am going to do. Listen to my brain, and forget what my horny pussy is telling me. I laugh at myself. I sound like a man telling himself not to think with his dick. 
    All too soon we are back at the motel. Josh hasn’t said a word to me and I am grateful for it. I don’t want to have a conversation about what happened. I’ve never seen anyone be murdered in front of me, and I have a myriad of emotions that I’m trying to compartmentalize. If I’m going to survive, I need to think straight, and not be some weeping, jibbering mess. I know I am only keeping those emotions closed off for a short time. Eventually I will have to face them, just like I had to with Katie. 
    I quickly shut those memories of her out. I am not thinking about my big sister. I think I surprised Josh as I walk to the room willingly. I go straight to the bathroom to wash away this crazy day once we are inside our room. I am taking off my shirt, when Josh barges in the bathroom. 
    “What the fuck? Ever hear of knocking?” He glares at me, making me cover my breasts. I don’t want him looking at me. Okay, yeah I do, but I will not let him know that. He surprises me when he doesn’t touch me or even try anything. Instead he takes the fucking door off its hinges. “What are you doing?” I scream at him. Why is he taking the bathroom door off? 
    Naturally I am ignored as he takes the door and puts it on the wall beside the TV. I stand there in shock. Why would he do that? I know he wouldn’t answer me, so instead of worrying about whatever he is doing I finish undressing, and get under the hot water. I ignore him when he walks back into the bathroom, and start washing my hair. I can feel his eyes on my wet body. And maybe I put on a little show for him, just so he knows what he isn’t getting later. Or ever in my mind. At the same time I am torturing myself as well. This is erotic as hell, and my pussy is starting to ache to the point where I want to cut off my brain. I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some of that ache, but it isn’t working. I wish the asshole would leave. I can at least touch myself if he will leave. I don’t think it will be such a good idea to finger fuck myself with him watching me. That is crossing a line that I know I wasn’t ready for. Hell I will never be ready for that. 
    I take a chance and look over to the door. Well more of the frame since he took the door off. I take a deep sigh of relief when I notice he left. Thank goodness for that. Closing my eyes, I run my hands down my breasts. I pinch each of my nipples, keeping my moans quite. It has been a long time since I masturbated. I really don’t care at this point how long it has been. I just want the ache and the feeling of being empty to go away. All I want is a release. I slowly move my hand down my stomach. 
    My head falls back when I use my forefinger and middle finger to rub my pussy lips. Using my thumb, I draw lazy circles over my clit. Slowly, I insert two fingers inside me. I don’t care about anything, nor do I even care to think of anything at that moment. All I care about is feeling. Feeling the sweet pleasure of fingering myself and easing my tension. My body is taking over, my brain shutting down while I play with myself. I don’t realize my other hand has a white knuckle grip holding on to the shower rail. I have my leg on the side of the tub. I don’t know I am fucking myself harder and harder. It is all from thinking of Josh. I can’t help the mental picture of him fucking me hard and fast in my head. I will feel guilty later for not trying at least to think of something else. 
    I can feel myself getting closer and closer to that sweet release. I make myself hold off longer, trying to prolong the sweet bliss. Right as I am about to have the much needed release, I hear Josh’s voice. 
    “Stop fucking touching yourself,” he says, and I immediately jump. 
    I wasn’t sure how long he has been watching me, and I am