Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Why I can’t stop thinking about having you, over and over again, until I’m so sick of it that I don’t even want to kill anymore?”
My heart skips a beat.
The tip of the blade pushes aside the slit in my dress until my skin is exposed, along with the word he carved into me.
“You’re a thief …” he mutters, bringing the knife up to my heart. “Through and through.”
My downturned lips curl. “A thief … who needed it more than you did.”
His eyes narrow as the knife slides up toward my lips, but I stay put, unafraid.
Even as the knife pushes my lip down and slowly slips inside my mouth until it’s sideways between my teeth.
I can taste the tinge of blood on my tongue, but it’s the hungered look in those piercing green eyes of his that haunts me the most.
“Do you, now?” He bites his lip. “All you had to do was ask.”
Suddenly, he grabs my throat, drags me toward him, and smashes his lips onto mine, kissing the knife as harshly as he kisses me. The blade cuts into both our lips the deeper his kiss becomes, mingling our blood together, but the sharp pain doesn’t even compare to the throbbing heart in my chest as he licks each droplet of blood right off my lips, groaning into my mouth.
His tongue wraps around the blade, stealing it from my lips, before he chucks it aside and growls, “Fuck it,” slamming his lips back onto mine.
I’m stunned. Too dazed to even think straight as his all-consuming kisses devour any meaningful thoughts I had left, replacing them with debauchery and a kind of greed I’ve never felt before, but my God is it a rush.
So much so that I actually start kissing him back.
And fuck me, his grin I can feel forming against my lips is nothing short of infuriatingly hot.
“My needy little thief … take it then if you want it so much.”
His tongue drives into my mouth, claiming every inch of space, every sliver of blood as he nearly kisses the soul of my body.
If he wanted it so badly … all he had to do was ask.
I pull away in abjection at the thought that just flashed through my mind. My fingers instinctively reach up to touch the blood on my lips while simultaneously staring at those darkened eyes filled with lust, desire … betrayal.
I knock his arm away from my throat as I backtrack to the door, eyes flashing to the knife while I consider if I’m going to stab him for making me want to kiss him back … or myself.
But my brain finally kicks into gear, and I knock open the door and exit swiftly.
Max
Ten minutes ago
The door to the game room opens, and I can feel a dark cloud literally swoop in from the accompanying wind.
“So this is it?”
At the sound of Heath’s voice, I close my eyes while he shuts the door behind him.
“This is how it’s going to be from now on?” he grits.
I clench the glass in the palm of my hand, wishing I knew what to do, but he’s made it impossible to even think straight.
“You’re going to ignore me.”
“No, I …” I mutter, swirling the scotch around.
“You can’t even look at me while you’re standing there thinking about her. You don’t even drink scotch. Ever. And now you’re just going to chug it down instead of talking to me?”
He’s right, but I don’t know how to handle this situation.
“LOOK AT ME!”
His pained voice instantly makes me look up like a beacon in the dark of my mind. And my God, the contortion on his face is too much to bear.
“Please, Heath …”
“Tell me you fucking love her,” he says. “Say it. Say it out loud.”
“I love her,” I reply.
His lip quivers. “Did it hurt when I took her with me? When you learned I fucked her under your goddamn nose?”
Grinding my teeth, I nod.
“Good,” he snarls, stabbing me right in the heart.
“I’m …”
“Say what you need to say, Max,” he grits. “Or I swear to God, I will fucking ruin her right in front of you.”
I put the glass down. “I did exactly what you told me to do.”
“I told you to fucking seduce her, not fall for her!”
I don’t even know how to respond.
“Is that why you’re doing this?”
He grinds his teeth. “Maybe.”
“Why are you so obsessed with making me jealous? Isn’t it enough already?” I stare him down, clenching my jaw. “You had Mavis, and you cast her aside so you could go after Ivy instead, just to hurt me.”
“Don’t you understand? I used Mavis as a distraction, just like I fucking used Ivy as a distraction.”
My eyes widen.
He averts his eyes. “But along the way I started feeling things I didn’t expect.”
“You … you’re in love with Ivy too?” I ask, confused.