Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“Oh, but you made it my fucking business now,” I retort, sliding my knife underneath the other dress strap. “After all, you were willing to do anything for him just seconds ago.”
I assess the look on her face, waiting for her to react, waiting for her … to break.
“Do it then. Do whatever you want, I don’t care,” she hisses.
SLICE!
The last piece of her dress falls and rolls down her waist, revealing inches of her freckled skin I’ve only ever properly seen when she was in her bikini, jumping down into the sea along with me way back when. That’s as far as it ever went, but my mind was already far beyond that point for a long, long fucking time.
And now I’ve gone off the deep end with no way out.
No way back.
No way … to undo what I’m about to do knowing it’ll make me exactly the kind of monster she says I am.
They wanted a villain after all … and a villain they’ll fucking have.
The knife slips down into the dress, and I force it farther down while caressing her naked skin with the tip, painfully aware of just how close I am to finally unraveling her … to taking away everything he holds dear.
He may think she is his, but she won’t be for much longer.
She swallows as the knife reaches all the way to her panties, and the dress finally drops to the ground by her feet.
“Take it off,” I say.
She keeps her head up high as she steps backward out of the dress, standing in mere panties and a bra.
So tempting … so fucking wrong.
But I’m going to fucking do it anyway.
She stares at me like this is it. But we’re only just getting started.
I tilt my head. “All of it.”
She shudders in place, while behind her Grey screams into his cloth.
“Shut him up,” I growl.
“You hear that?” Apollo slaps him on the cheeks. “Better keep your mouth shut or I’ll use this.” He points the gun at Grey’s temple. “And you don’t want me to do that, do you?”
“Don’t hurt him,” Aspen says.
“That depends on you, Freckles, not us,” Apollo says.
I lick my lips as her fingers hook behind the bra. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“You’re disgusting,” she hisses.
Right then, the bra drops to the floor, a flicker of defiance dancing in her eyes, as mine slowly take in the sight of her perky, pink nipples, dying for a mouth to suck on them.
And I realize there and then that the only reason I’m here is because of the evil I’ve succumbed to … and that I have no other God to thank for this last meal than the devil himself.
“Disgustingly fascinated.” Biting my lip, I watch her hook her fingers around her panties and slip them down those thick thighs of hers painstakingly slow, as if she revels in the fact that she’s got us all under her thumb right now.
Because I’m not the only one staring at her with a hungered gaze.
Both Apollo and Grey seem mesmerized, despite the gun threatening to snuff out a life. Every breath of air is filled with toxic attraction, as if the mere sight of her naked body is spurring us all like animals ready to kill for a chance at a single taste.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as she tilts her head, daring me to close the gap, so I do. I hover over her, fingers splayed as I touch the air mere inches away from her skin, sliding them down as I look her directly in the eyes, her breath faltering more and more despite the fact that I haven’t even fucking touched her yet.
The darkness between us is palpable.
It’s attraction in its purest form.
A sickness that can’t be fucking cured, no matter what, threatening to eat us whole.
And I am so fucking done denying myself the pleasure of taking what should’ve belonged to me.
“Kiss him then,” I growl, watching the confusion grow.
She turns around, gazes at Apollo, then Grey, and she walks over to him with her head held high. She grabs his hands, steadying herself before leaning over his whole body with her perky tits to kiss him on the lips so sweetly it would probably melt the hearts of anyone who watched. If they had a fucking heart.
They’re kisses of desperation. Of hope. Of dreams I plan to shatter.
He kisses her back with so much absolute devotion that it sickens me.
“Wow,” Apollo says, laughing. “They’re really going at it, aren’t they?”
My fist balls as I watch them kiss, slowly ripping away the threads that held me together bit by bit until there’s nothing left to care for. Evil incarnate, just as they fucking wanted.
“Stop,” I growl.
She pulls back, but her lips still linger partly on his, but her eyes solely focused on me.