Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Dylan
Fuck, that was way too hot and too fucked up not to arouse me.
The oak stairs creak under my feet as I make my way to my room. I have a private shower all for myself, just like Alistair and Felix. The others who share this house with us have to make do with shared bathrooms.
Perks of being a part of the rich kid club who own this place.
Well, not literally … but everyone here knows who pays for this Society, and that alone makes us in charge.
No one dares to defy us for fear of having to face our fathers’ wrath.
But they don’t even know our fathers aren’t the dangerous ones.
I turn on the shower and pull off my clothes. I’m still hard and throbbing from watching that scene unfold.
A part of me revels in the fantasy that I was the one who thrusted into her throat instead of Felix.
But if this girl is as relentless as Felix says she is, I might get my chance soon enough.
I step under the shower, close my eyes, and let the warm water rush down onto my face. My hand slides down my chest, my abs, all the way to my cock, which is still rock hard from the mere memory imprinted on my brain.
So … the sister, huh?
I never imagined there could be anyone as interesting as Eve.
Until I laid eyes on Penelope.
A spicy little girl, that’s for sure. I never expected her to actually come and get that diary back … and get on her knees for it.
My hands instinctively move to my dick, sliding up and down the shaft. I’m too hot and bothered by the image of her sucking cock and licking the cum off the floor.
Good God, when was the last time someone went that down and dirty for us? Too long.
Just like it’s been too long since I last gushed all over this bathroom wall.
But fuck me, do I wish it was her throat right now.
My fingers roll across the tip, stroking faster and faster, and my other hand moves to my nipple as I moan with excitement. I’m bursting at the seam, my balls tightening with a desire for release. So I flick the head and thrust into my own hand until an explosion of cum spurts out and onto the walls of my shower.
But when I open my eyes again, Alistair is there in the door opening, looking at me. “Enjoying yourself?”
I stop and turn away. “Sorry.”
He shrugs. “I don’t mind.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see if you still had shower gel. Mine’s empty.”
“Sure, it’s over there,” I say, and I point at a shelf.
He quickly grabs it and smiles as he walks back to the door. “Thanks.” He doesn’t leave, though. “The girl got to you too, huh?”
I turn off the shower and look down at the droplets of cum swirling into the drain.
Alistair sighs. “Hate to be the one left out.”
A filthy grin spreads on my lips. “She’s a freaky one … and she’s looking for something only we can help her with.” He folds his arms while listening intently. “So let’s give her what she needs.”
Penelope
I run home fast, ignoring every stare I get as I enter the Alpha Psi sorority.
“Oh my God, what happened, Pen?” Crystal asks as she sees me storm down the hallways.
“Not now,” I reply as I head into my room.
“Pen?” Kayla drops her book when she sees me, but I quickly hide in the bathroom and shut the door.
“Penelope?” Crystal’s voice sounds clearer than before, and I can hear her footsteps barge into the room. “Kayla, do you know what happened to her?”
“No, she just ran in looking pale as a ghost.”
“Didn’t you see how wet her hair looked? Almost … sticky.”
Fuck. I hate to hear people talk behind my back. It’s exactly what happened in high school, and even then, nothing I did could ever stop it. It always made me hide in the bathrooms, trying to escape the shame.
I promised myself I’d stand up for myself this time.
I promised myself I wouldn’t take shit anymore.
And look at me now, covered in Felix Rivera’s cum.
I barely recognize the girl in the mirror staring back at me.
I swiftly grab my toothbrush and scrape off my teeth minute after minute, spitting out the gunk, only to apply more toothpaste to my brush and re-doing it all over. But no matter how many times I keep brushing, I can still taste him in my mouth.
Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.
“Pen? Are you okay in there?” Kayla asks.
“I …” I don’t even know what to say. Instead, I turn on the faucet and splash my face with water. The sludge slowly drips down my cheeks, and I wipe it off with some tissues, chucking them into the trash with rage.