Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
He tilts his head at me, gazing down at me with disdain, while his bulge protrudes through his pants like it’s ready to rip through me.
“Look around you,” he says.
And when I do, my whole face turns as red as a beet.
Everyone’s looking at me.
Gossiping.
Laughing.
Talking.
About me.
I swallow and crawl up from the floor, scrambling away, but I still can’t help but glance over my shoulder at him.
“Go on. Run, little rose. Run.” His dark face haunts my very fucking soul as he makes a fist with his hand. “Before you get plucked and crushed.”
ARES
I watch her run off like a flower losing its petals to a harsh wind.
She’s almost too pretty to taint.
Almost.
But she’s seen death with her own eyes, and the price she pays is heavy; keep my secret or be destroyed trying to reveal it.
I might end up doing it anyway, just for fun.
My tongue darts out to lick my lips, her blood hardening my shaft. I really can’t resist the taste of her. No wonder I’m having such a hard time holding back.
“Did you really have to go that hard on her?” Blaine asks, picking up his coffee and taking a sip.
“She needed to learn a lesson,” I reply, wiping my hands on a napkin in front of me, and I chuck the thing in the bin ten feet away from us. “She knows not to speak out loud about our business now.”
“Lest anyone know what kind of bastards we truly are,” Blaine muses.
“Bastard and proud,” Caleb says with a grin.
“Caleb.”
My voice immediately makes him drop the wretched smile.
I get up. “Come with me.”
“Don’t be too hard on him either,” Blaine tells me.
I throw Blaine a glare, but when he pouts, it’s hard to stay mad.
“Please, darling,” he adds.
I ignore him and march off, hiding the hard-on in my pants as I strut out of the cafeteria and head straight for the old bathroom that still has a lock on it. I hold open the door until he’s here.
“Get in.”
He reluctantly follows me inside, and I lock the door, waiting until he’s perched against the sink.
“What’s up?”
I pull my gun from my pocket and aim it straight at his head.
His eyes widen, and he slowly lifts his hands in the air.
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
His Adam’s apple rises and falls in his throat. “I couldn’t help myself. After she got back home, she started playing with herself in her bed, and I kind of got carried away watching her.”
My nostrils flare.
He got carried away? That motherfucker…
I pull back the safety.
“Do you know what it could cost us if word got out?” I rasp.
“I was just messing with her head. Like you,” he says, shuddering, but more with delight than actual terror. “You scare her so well.”
“Just messing with her …” I parrot, narrowing my eyes as they slide down his body, settling on the bulge in his pants. “Yet you’re hard as a rock.”
His face shows all kinds of emotions. “So are you.” His eyes flutter down, and his tongue pushes up against the inside of his cheek.
I grasp his throat and shove him all the way to the wall. An oompf leaves his mouth as his back hits the tiles, and my gun recoils, leaving an imprint on his skin.
My fingers squeeze tighter and tighter until I can feel his heart pulse beneath my thumb, and his breath is in my hands.
And then I lower the gun and smash my lips onto his.
I take his mouth, tongue and all, consumed by fury and arousal. A toxic combination for a poisonous need.
“Fuck,” he groans into my mouth.
“Shut up,” I growl as I roll my tongue around his. I grasp his bulge right through his pants and say, “You can’t stop, can you?”
“No,” he responds, making my blood boil.
I release my grip from around his throat, and he sucks in a deep breath before I place them on his shoulders and say, “On your knees.”
I lower my zipper while he looks up at me with greedy eyes.
“You walk around with that hard-on for the rest of the day,” I growl as I part his lips and bring my tip to his mouth. “She made me hard as fuck. That’s your fault. Now fucking take care of it.”
His pierced tongue rolls around my shaft, and I tilt my head back when he says, “Yes, Sir.”
Crystal
I keep walking without looking back until I finally reach the exit and head out into the open air and sun, trying to breathe.
Don’t let it get to you. You’re stronger than this. You can take them.
I suck in a fresh breath of air and focus on steadying my heart rate.
No one saw what Ares did under the table. They just saw you fall from someone’s lap, that’s it.
But what if they heard me moan?
What if they heard me beg?