Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Noisy chatter and loud music fill the air, but it all feels distant, muffled, because I’m standing on the outside of something I don’t care to be part of.
I move through the crowd with ease, a faceless figure among the Serpents, blending in with the rest of them. My posture straight and movements confident, I slip further between them, unnoticed.
That’s what I’ve always been.
Invisible.
Unremarkable.
Since I grew up in the overpowering shadow of my younger brother, I automatically became smaller.
Barely discernable next to him.
Completely overshadowed by his attention-seeking habits.
You’re such a good boy, Gaz.
I never have to worry about you.
I’m so glad you’re this dependable, son.
Responsible.
Reliable.
Perfect.
Perfect.
P. E. R. F. E. C. T.
Those are the words I grew up hearing from my parents, my grandpa, my teachers, and my entire entourage, really.
And I love it.
I like that none of them caught a whiff of this side of me.
The side riddled with urges and voids, and a thirst so deep, Kill would look like a saint if they realized.
Except for Grandpa.
Grandpa is different.
So back to those urges—the reason I’m wasting my time with these people. The air is thick with perfume, alcohol, and something else, something darker, like desperation and pain. It wraps around my throat like a noose, and I suck it deep into my lungs.
Like a hit of the strongest shit on the market.
Shit I slipped into Yulian’s drink earlier when I casually passed by him while he was talking to one of his goons.
I made sure to be facing away from the camera so that if they checked the security footage later, they wouldn’t find anything. Sure, they could track my movements throughout the evening, but I’m a step ahead on that front as well.
Not only did I make sure to avoid all cameras, but I also wore brown contacts, so even if they managed to get a picture of my eyes, it’d be misleading.
Yulian stumbles and grabs onto the staircase for balance. None of the other drunk fools pay him any attention.
My lips pull in a smirk behind the mask.
The drug is kicking in.
Soon, he’ll be losing all his strength.
Don’t misunderstand. I might want to ruin the Serpents’ leader, but I’m not foolish enough to think I can handle him.
Not only is he big—almost as large and tall as my cousin Nikolai—but he’s also cunning and surrounded by his people and guards who’ll maim me on the spot.
I had to be smart about this.
I was never that good with my fists, which is why I learned archery and use arrows to shoot people at our initiations.
Pity I couldn’t slip my bow in here.
He’d look cute with an arrow between his eyes and blood dripping down his face.
What a missed opportunity.
But my plans are more wicked. I’ll humiliate him in a way that will get him blacklisted, not only on the island, but even back home.
His dad might put a bullet in his head. That would be fun.
My smile widens at the thought.
With Yulian gone, the Serpents will be over. Unlike us, who have a more balanced power structure, Yulian has been carrying this entire clusterfuck on his back this whole time.
Sure enough, Yulian trudges up the stairs slowly, holding on to the railing.
I wish I had a camera to record this scene.
The guys’ minds would be blown if they knew what I’ve done and what I’ll be doing.
But then again, they won’t.
No one will.
Unlike my brother, I don’t like showing off my masterpieces.
I blend in with a group that’s heading upstairs and then break away and slide through other partygoers who are searching for a room where they can fuck the horniness out of each other.
It’s beyond me how people can be such…animals. Letting their urges get the better of them, succumbing to dumb decisions and lackluster fucks they’ll definitely regret come morning.
Don’t get me wrong. Fucking is good, but only when I decide it’s time to. I only get in the mood when I make the conscious decision to fuck, and never due to external stimuli.
Mostly, I love the power, the choking, seeing them writhe beneath me. I love it more when they have this little pained look in their eyes when it gets to be too much, and I wish I could keep hurting them. Turn their skin red. See their fucking tears. Blood. Their goddamn insides.
But alas, I can’t have rumors that I’m a sadist going around. I’m known to be a good fuck with a huge dick who eats girls out until they come. I make sure they always come first, too. I also set the mood and ensure they stay hydrated and sleep well.
I’m the best fuck any girl can have and I come with a ten out of ten recommendation rate.
So to keep that image, I can’t exactly act on instinct.
Doesn’t bother me, though. I’ve mastered the act of wearing a mask at all times—sex included.